Yes sir, just the sound of his is a hit Y'all got me really confused out there I make 'Big Pimpin'' or 'Give It To Me' one of hail me as the greatest writer of the 21st century I some thought provokin' shit y'all question whether he fallin' off I'ma really confuse on this one, follow
When them tops come down, chicks come down Like when them come out, make cops come around When blocks come out I can wake up a small town Finish off the block I make my mall rounds
Stares get then the fifth come out The tough guy disappear, then the bitch out "That's him", I'm usually they whisper 'bout Either what chick he with or his amount
'Cause I doin' this since CHiPs was out Watchin' Erik Estrada, up at the Ramada Table full of powder, AC 'Bout to take another shower on my twenty-fifth
Spike Lee's everywhere, game on the You might see me anywhere, day in the Only thing changed the tail number on the I can touch and take off the same night
I'm so bossy, get off me Trick get off me, you get shit off me I'm so flossy, no 6's or Laid back, Maybach's, don't talk to me
This is ignorant shit you like Nigga fuck shit, ass bitch, trick precise, I got that ignorant you love fuck shit, maricn puta and drugs, c'mon
I got that ignorant you need Nigga fuck shit, ass bitch, trick weed, c'mon I'm only tryin' to you what you want Nigga shit, ass bitch, you like it, don't front
They're all actors, lookin' at themselves in the mirror Can't even face themselves, don't no rappers They're all weirdos, in practice So don't believe everythin' your captures, it's mostly backwards
Unless it to be as accurate as me And said in song you happen to see Then actually, believe of what you see None of what you hear, even if it's by me
And with that said, I will niggaz dead Cut niggaz short, give you for legs I'm a K I L E R, see y'all in hell Shoot straight through the E.R.
Whoa, this B.R., no S.C. CEO, the next Lyor, no The next leader of the free world And the thing I'ma do is free Sigel, go
Take off the cuffs, the gate It's that ignorant nigga that you to hate The oh-seven Ice Cube, B. so rude Tell a trick get these nuts, eat like food
Now see if I care if this get aired if you mute it, the curse is there, yeah I'm so raunchy, get off me Keep my flea on, you lil' ticks get off me
I missed the when it stopped bein 'bout Imus What do my lyrics got to do this shit 'Scarface' the movie did than Scarface the rapper to me So that ain't to blame for all the shit that's to me
Are you sayin' what I'm Is than these celebrataunts showin' they kittin', you kiddin'? Let's stop the 'Til we all without sin, quit the pulpittin'
the movie did more than Scarface the rapper to me So ain't to blame for all the shit that's happened to me Now stop the 'Til we all without sin, let's the pulpittin', c'mon
This is that shit you like Nigga fuck shit, ass bitch, trick precise, I got that ignorant you love Nigga fuck shit, maricn puta and drugs,
I got that shit you need Nigga fuck shit, ass bitch, trick weed, c'mon I'm tryin' to give you what you want Nigga shit, ass bitch, you like it, don't front
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