butcher man The cookie cook it man I got a soft You wanna hard I guess I'll burn it then (Trick Daddy Hook): Trick Daddy Dollars y'all I'm from the
man The cookie cook it man I got a soft You wanna hard I guess I'll burn it then (Trick Daddy Hook): Trick Daddy Dollars y'all I'm from the muthafuckin
you mad son! Tell them niggaz why you mad son! (OK, gentlemen please, one at a time) Tell em why you mad son, word up, tell em why you mad son! YouknowhatI
you ladies out there. A lot of you won't grow up to be lawyers or doctors, but you have a dream. And I think you should follow your dream. When you
, New York has ever seen For droppin' some of the hottest verses rap has ever heard From the dope spot, with the smoke glock Fleein' the murder scene, you know me well From
you been in the streets You was with that hoe again, money wrapped in rubber bands What you sellin' blow again? How she got you holdin' guns but you call that hoe your friend? You
bell" But it be hard to maintain and stay peaceful If you don't know to tame the devil then the devil will beat you Defeat you, deceive you, evil He will never leave you
I don't know you And I'm sure to get my thug on, ho Who that baby's daddy, daddy is beatin' your nigga Where his Caddy at? He probably mad in fact
You learn to swell you might see double Remember you can't sell bubble So here it is fool, I play the game where its no rules Givin' you lessons from
like you know bitch I'm on some grown shit It's the Thelonious, super microphonist You know us, this rap shit we 'bout to own it You know it, 'cause you
for talking that shit You don't want none nigga, you don't want none You don't want none bitch, you don't want none You don't want none nigga, you don
thank so I thank he from down south, where they get low To the window Dual pipes and vogues sippin' gin, head in the wind, you seen it before You know
you like it daddy?) Yolanda [Bridge:][petey Pablo] (How you like it daddy?) Would you do it from the front? (How you like it daddy?) Would you do it from
'm 'gon squat it out for you (I'm feelin' it) [Chorus] I'm feelin' you (Yeah Ha Ha) I want you (Yeah Ha Ha) You feelin' me (Ha Ha Ha) You wantin' me
dirty mouth When I see you again I'ma cuss you out, biatch! That's my gift, now all you rappers get to say that shit I wont sue you, but that's the trademark
You nasty, you nasty, bitch That's what I said, bitch (You nasty) I said you nasty (You nasty) Fuck that shit, fuck you hoes Fuck all y'all, man (You
history Pimpin' game, you can learn And if you do, you will earn A pimp diploma, just for you For learning what you're taught when you come to school Lesson 1, you
