Yeah, Big Dogg, X to the Z Uncle L, blast these bitch ass
Pour dom on the floor, try to flow with me Duke 'em raw with them whores, hide ya hoes me Your momma chase, I'm just statin' the fact L.A. think about broad, all I want is the stacks
Cats flashin' in my is who I'm laughin' at So you a little dough but watchu doin' wit that? Thought girl ain't feelin' me, why she grillin' me, Black? Admit I'm the man or I'll twist ya uterus back
On my lap, in the jet to an' back When I tear through new school, all records is whack I'm from Q, for Quiet Killers an' you know I The double N, ammo for every nigga
S, that spell Queens, stupid ass, run it That HBO shit, I address that an' for all, what's my opinion on Jamie Foxx? He pussy, ain't funny as Chris Rock
U can't wit me I care about your imagery a fuck who you claim to be U can't fuck wit me
U can't wit me I don't about your imagery a fuck who you claim to be U can't fuck wit me
No, go, who you thought it be fuckin' wit my Uncle 'Cuz one does up dick, the pen in my go one way I kill 'em 'In Living on 'Any Given Sunday'
They all anxious to be waitin' to see how ill is my An' if it enough to make Kevin Lyle spit out right now An' get 'em with Juvenile, feed pitbull Bologna in the projects, you die next? Nah, he wanna live an' he his kids
We got rap game on lock, like a cake rock Gimme the key, run up in spot you on your belly, gimme the key What is it be, what it's gon' see? When your blutter mean an' if he keep tryna wipe it off Like, "Nigga, this song mean?"
L got 'em cornered, bitch, why you like that? Tattooed 'Def Jam' under wing like that What, you a Not in my house, mouth Glad to down south to my Miami house An' fifty spring in the
U fuck wit me I don't care about imagery Give a fuck who you to be U still can't wit me
U can't wit me I don't care about imagery Give a who you claim to be U can't fuck wit me
Let's play a game of 'Big bank little bank' Big dank little dank I average ninety-five in the We comin' like a shank
I know you wanna ride but you We all up in shit like a shank make me stop an' pull brakes Ya two downs are lookin' cool, a sound Yo, I get fucked up an' terrorize the
I'm the circus master, so fuck the clowns I lyrics an' rounds at the Lyricist Lounge 'Lost an' Found', a new identity, from here to God mercy on all my enemies
Don't even test, waste your or your energy Knock ya whole family off like the I'm pledge, sicker than age with no type of Makin' niggas retire but reclaim Agility, keepin' outta the state penitentiary
U fuck wit me I don't about your imagery Give a fuck who you to be U still can't wit me
U fuck wit me I don't care about imagery a fuck who you claim to be U still fuck wit me
Look, nigga, I regulate, the cake Shake the fake, while keepin' my Demonstratin' the funk shit to the H I the bread to the meat, so put the funk on the plate
You at my table, did you say your grace? You say the wrong thing an' Imma smack face Chase these niggas, erase these You done up 'cuz I'm break these niggas
them, liquidate 'em, fade 'em all Suckers, I hate 'em, laws, I pay off Big in this motherfuckin' bar Wit L, don't tell Baby Dogg, "Yes, y'all"
We do this no flaws I my bitch wit no drawers an' no bras No laws, we break 'em the get-go Slidin' by, ridin' high when we
Love it or leave it, we love livin' Servin' or swervin' in a '85 Look here, bitch, you a motherfuckin' Beagel I off on your ass like an eagle
Wherever we go, we connected with my peoples in case a motherfucker wanna G Funk Two of the an' one of 'em got a piece on An' they hesitate to dissolve