Vickie Gettin' tricky rather slicky Her performance showed endurance She said, "Me like to licky licky" Body more gracious, or should I say bodacious Took my order then she sorta served
but hold up wait, sit straight It's in mil, the elicit, you violate, you get a ticket MCs you can't tell I expel, you get evicted From out your misery, serve
I live by the words on the page - I know! Some birds don't deserve to be caged They gotta fly away and search for the waves Bein held down is worse than
't know now but you gon' find out! Who got who got who got who got unbderground on the road smoking hot who got the mic to serves these bumboclot!
to keep it true, you know what we do You know what we do We got to keep it true, relax your mind with the music You know what we do, you know what we do Sit
put some chips in my pocket when I'm finished Using words like simon and leva People try to put me down but end up floating down the river See I told
s ride down the highway of vibes Pushing that we start cause the soul says please Cutting back with the raps and we don't get cheese Ducks and we sit
shotguns, they got explosives They got access to any kind of weapon they want within 24 hours We got over 50,000 gangbangers out there Violent j serving
goin' straight for the neck.He walked in the room, and everybody rose,Lopped off bucket chillin' underneath my clothes.First they let the piggy, now you can finally sit
got locked down I'm coming back around, the wicked clown When I get out, I'm a throw a party And guess who shows up, nobody! I just sit alone and
my shoulders to rise Here I sit much determined Ever ill-equipped to draw this curtain How this has entertained, validated And has served me greatly
z betta lay the f*** down Homie I'm the king when it come to these streets You don't wanna go there n***a sit the f*** down Fours get loaded everytime
t want to see the world go soon But with such a beautiful girl in the room I want to be up in you when the world go boom Get down with your body 'till
I just wanna smoke with you Some with you [liffy stokes] It ain't nothin' like bendin' curbs, puffin' herbs On the mission for derb 'cause all week all served
through And how much money could, serve you For the lucci baby that, burn you? When the streets is cold, this shit get hot Certain motherfuckers wanna sit
? And you wonder why I ain't gotta rap? I got niggaz that will assassinate you B, lyrically! Really shut you the fuck down!! Don't get your career ended
Yeah, true story know what I'm sayin' We got the Duck Down family keepin' it motherfuckin' real (What, what, what) (This is what you get when you get
church, life hurts Drug raids, she stuffin' rocks down her baby's diapers It go the other way too when your mother's on hype And you gotta serve her