believers, you can ask your momma Now that's drama Dollar icy from papi with the scraper glock with the laser Trying my best not to pop yet but the
In the crib on this rainy day, I'm chilling Glass pianos and Portuguese drapes, hang from the ceiling Persian rugs, Moroccan sofas I walk to the house
it how you live, homeboy Yo, strap up the boots, I?m ready to shoot Load the ammo, Bone Soprano wit glocks and green camos I play rappers like they grand pianos
the Cooke county jail in their rendition of The Cell-block Tango. [Liz] Pop. [Annie] Six. [June] Squish. [Hunyak] Uh-Uh. [Velma] Cicero. [Mona] Lipschitz! [Liz] Pop
so far up your ass I get my motherfuckin foot stuck See I manage to give niggaz more than a bandage Blue Cross and Blue Shield, couldn't cover the motherfuckin
bring that big joint (That's my word) Yeah (one) Yeah [Ghostface Killah] In the crib on this rainy day, I'm chilling Glass pianos and Portuguese drapes
can ask your momma ... Now that's drama [Joell Ortiz] Uhh, dollar icey from, papi with the scraper, glock with the laser Tryin my best not to pop yet
