my neck Make up, chewing gum and hair spray I know tomorrow's gonna taste like this Wrap the world up in a suitcase And there's a million wanna shake my fist
Translation: Love Spit Love. Little Fist.
know we carry mo' heat than a little bit We don't pull it out over little shit And if you catch a lick when I spit, then it won't be a little hit Go
the hood, mess with scrubs, it'll all be gone You can really help a busta if it ain't meant to be Wit a little ooh wee, wit a little ooh wee I'm tired
Stick in the hood, mess with scrubs, it'll all be gone You can really help a busta if it ain't meant to be Wit a little oohwee, wit a little oohwee I'
I laid her on her back (hold up man, don't say that) nah, let me spit the facts y'all know I love my son, but she only care about if he got some air force
lyin' and things I don't wanna fight for the bitch Joe It's all about the game and who can spit the most I'm never too faded to hustle Ball up my fists
start from a fist fight, you know where it end right Niggas talkin' that roach shit, gettin' they ratchet Tryin' to lead the only thing you love out
poppin you ? Godzilla And the gloc'll pop if you mix up my scrilla Listen to me when I say that Imma get it I know you really loving the way a nigga spit
four carat rings, hangin' a half a foot off the finger Custom suit tailor made so cleanly nobody could touch that bitch Shoes by Maury, fist by Lamar,
put up in a fist yeah, Life's a bitch and it'll hit you, If I could pimp women like I do words I'd be living a little richer, Hip Hop's a circus act
, y'all finna come up off Those motherfuckin' thangs 'cause I ain't finna be up Here sweatin' for nothin', ya little punk square nigga I'm quick to spit
goin' say the motherfucking rest But you know we talk about it all day long baby We fin'a break you off with some brand new shit This rap game lovely
America, she loves you Without us who would back up the groceries Or price up the clothes that you normally don't see On average joes, oh that's me Little
I'm bout to make double the do' All the girls loving him thoed, they loving the flow Open the do' they come in and go, oh they loving us so Maybe cause
on the turntable, have a listen Then if it's wack, start dissin' Now I understand why you're dissin' my cut So I spit in my foot and stick my fist up
Exclimate, is that what you said? My next defense, against these extra men Who try to step to me and wanna have sex again (Vaseline) You little sickass
the inclono mechanics Psychology, philosophy, peyote and acid I like Jimi Hendrix more than any rap shit And my favorite movie's Dr. Strange Love, that's a classic Never had a fist
