vexed and if I got an itchy finger like Bernard Geotz With a pad and a pen I blend funky images That leave your girl hemmoragin' for about two million And
'all faggots stepped on my huffman and koos Word to dan, tan, pillow, and cool b Switchin' speeds like Bruce Lee ridin' up Fuji in a movie I drop on the one
his chest I suggest, you pay yo' debt or Protect Ya Neck I suggest, you wear a vest makin' all them threats Here's a chin check that cash and splash niggas in half
was a local fixture like a cop out on a beat Folks said he'd been shell-shocked long ago And more than that, no one seemed to know Oscar was a walker
you love me, I'm like a habit But if you had a million dollars, could I have it? If I was broke and starvin', would you feed me? If I drove a big car
Short, y'all niggaz know what's happening Everything he touch goes platinum, yeah I made a half a million in a week And every nigga on the street got a
In a clean ass Benz I have all the props Fuck credit from a rapper can you match my Visa I heard your girlfriend was a real dick pleaser And a Too $
out her draws And all and all, she like to eat dick, a can of balls and her jaws Go down the chimney with Santa Clause Wheres my bitch? Three plus one
to be a factor If roses what I play, to get paid, then don't fade But first give a nigga props, fo ditchin' cops I couldn't work, so I knew a nigga
know I keep a chick that's firr az that thang I got a iced out grill with a iced out watch With them Nike checks on, my shoes and socks And my ear is
's so many whips behind us I don't know if this is a slave ship or car show I talk a lot of s*** - Ima a**hole Anyway, punta, kinte, the O.G I told you
to give me applause? Half note, gotta get mine and open the doors I want a FAT crib, on the hill, after my cause I need a fine woman, 'cause I ain't
Lil' Josh ain't never hard to find I go half a mile without crossing the line Unique and one of a kind Trained to be the best, keep that state out of
on a higher plane, my thoughts take a higher train Its dope, then you should know the suppliers name Its J. Cole, set of horns and a halo And all these
with medieval minds The sober overdose poems roam like freight trains The shit is back on weight gain, powder No one man stand prouder Pitbull, test a
stay One foot in vancouver one foot in l.a. Pounds come down and the kegs go back up Cars and planes and trains and mack trucks So hit us for that crime
half as real They just wanna get up in you like Mass and Gill But me I need a wisdom play it like wifey Well mannered understand the kid and not bite
that's out, man You know? What can we, The Lords, do with a punk like you?} {Kiss my ass, motherfucker, burn 'em Just me and you, motherfucker, just me and