I glide the entire map With the frequent four alarm fire, rap straight up Put weight down, fuck around, you ate up And nigga when I eat, I mean I lick the whole plate up
s money pie I should live 100 lives I should have 100 wives And the honey-beds, I should tell her 100 lies Then I wonder why, when it?s all set and done
larynx and lungs and this voice I project My pro-ject is like what pros inject And niggas so fly I should be droved in jets It's ironic they call me
off her g-string and shook her ass Baby, all that? You got to work harder Do some back flips to make me harder So I called the waitress, gimme a drink And
sex was trapped in I didn?t get a chance to take her to dinner I saw the front ? she?s no beginner Even in her 2 seater I had to pin her Then got on
s money pie I should live 100 lives I should have 100 wives And the honey-beds, I should tell her 100 lies Then I wonder why, when it's all set and done
the beginning of blingin' and houses and women Welcoming angels and demons on couches and sinnin' I'm alive and well the demise will bring ghost stories When I rise
innocence As the incense burns and the turn tables turn And that Al Greens plays I see my mother's Afro As momma taps her toes as she *** *** *** And
gangsta's body I'm on dope and gonna fuck around and hurt somebody On tuesday and thursday the ghost pull up Then everybody runs, they'll fuck you up
) [Verse 1] I know ya heard a lot but did ya hear the right thang It's more than sellin weed and whippin up some cocaine Gotta know the streets the tricks and
) And all my peoples in the back you keep on (Rockin' it) And all the peoples in the front you keep on (Rockin' it) She said, that I can call her genie
quotes then call yourself Vegan Turn up, off, on your stupid song and sing Words about the things you know and what you think you have to show her
up your eyes and see. Take up your ears and hear. Take up your mind and think. Take up your life and act. * It is up to us all as responsible citizens
of water heated up and washed And sipped my coffee in its tiny cup And then with much "merci-ing" and bowing and shaking of hands We left the woman to her chores And
fuel tank of a saucer Buddy up and head down to the metal corporate tunnels Ice pick the soldered ship wiring; pissed of the mother and um, I'd be lying
this In and out of jail and didn't nobody send me shhh But I ain't mad witcha, I guess we do what we do And God bless Chris, Flower, Dante and Little
She lies sleeping in her beauty All alone and in the night While the dark it craves Her pure and blessed blood, yeah! But with power and the force There