Låttexter:
Black Lips Ain T No Deal

get him nigga Aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him nigga Let them lames know you ain't playin' with 'em No matter what they spit us, I still ain't

' what they supposed Didn't have shit till I started to bust And y'all got shit 'cos of my balls are cussed Ren and Cypress Hill, they ain't liver than

from the first line Chain plenty hang time, yeah [Blade Icewood] G-4 plane flyin, '05 Range drivin If the deal ain't least ten mil' I ain't signin Heard

automatic clips A dead lady combing the hair of a bastard bitch I spit graphic shit you ain't hear half of it From my fucked up marriages To dealing with

of it I'm tired of jackin' off 'cause you ain't there Killer kill from Adamsville and in a Bonneville I chill Heffers call me Black-n-Decker, I don't

poppin', we ain't gon' stop and Keep'em heads boppin', the remix droppin' Big girl, big trucks, big whips, whip up Black see for you only got my back Shut your lips

' on? What's the deal, pa, where you headed, son? Yo, I'm 'bout to go to the studio and lay smash hit Wit my Uncle Run, boy Word? Ain't he a Reverend

at the motel I won't tell if you don't tell Watch my dick swell, and give a couple licks like a lollipop Cause I can't and I won't stop till I see your

y'all, Flip that herb raw Clap....... thats the bird-call If the cops are comin, get to hop n runnin Quick and drop that onion, ain't no stoppin