Damn, one-time just a you And 4 deep, too seen all these caps and T-shirts And them gold thangs the skirts
But the law been broken Wait, I see 3 white cops and one Oh, so explains it, no doubt Uncle Tom us out
But I tryin' to get jacked They me static, I'm givin' the shit back 'Cause I ain't did nothin' And this L.A. drama been on too long
So on if they touch me of fact, they better Starsky-and-Hutch me 'Cause fool, I ain't I'm 5000, so much for Daytons
I hit a side and circled twice 'em like hot dice Parked the toy in a 'Cause the thing happened last Friday
I to tell you was devils once befo' But y'all don't me though
Hey, You guys know who I'm to Hey, You guys know who I'm to
Damn, baby pagin' me, 911 Who is This bad-ass white girl from Aw nigga, you out like a straight Boyscout What you 'bout?
Fool, this a straight freak Yeah, she probably your ass at the clinic every week Askin' the doctor, "Have you seen this?" With a long-wired q-tip, up your penis
Waitin' for the test results to come from upstairs While you say prayers And ask yourself, Was it worth it? Casanova crossed over, everything was perfect
But you satisfied with the sisters So now you got or treat? Aw, nigga, you can eat a dick Or vice versa, that's how you a trick
like you who ain't learned That hittin' pale get you burned Man, y'all let them white hoes go But y'all don't hear me
Hey, You guys know who I'm to Hey, You guys who I'm talkin' to
Kam, I got a migraine, what you eat? Just some pork chops and feet And a couple of strips of What? And my just started achin'
I to say, I told you so but I told ya You take it from a soldier Kam got the ham broken down to a So it out your appliance
Cat plus rat dog equals hog Poison-ass animals, need to ban 'em all Nigga, I eatin' pork all my life and I'm cool Fool, you don't know you're missin'
Listen that's the why you get sick so quick And spend a straight with doctor Tom Slick So he can your prescription For your ass, for your headaches and hyper tension
When all you gotta do is stop eatin' the And be fine Black folk better leave that at the sto' But don't hear me though
Hey, You guys know who I'm to Hey, You guys know who I'm to
Damn, my nigga got He's for the K.O., for movin' that lleyo And now askin' him to snitch I hate to say it but the nigga dug his own
So now he's caught in a 22 Damned if he don't and if he do Lookin' at 15 a L Scared he'll touch down, so what the
He starts like a bird Federal recordin' every word Puttin' niggas in a twist, on toes How long he last? God only knows
Ballin' outta control, gotta put on a So it's on that, nigga, where my niggas at? It ain't like he know I damn sure, told him, he just ain't hear me though