so smart but there's not much to know Caveman is still alive behind those robot eyes Fully controlled by ten thousand year old instincts Hands on the
Rah, Rah, Rah Digga Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Check it out now, uh Dirty Harriet, Dirty Harriet Dirty Harriet, yeah Where?s my sisters? Where?s my
stay breast-fed And when I die, be handcuffed, to my deathbed Face down on the pavement Face down on the pavement Face down on the pavement Face down on
see." Because ... I was standing in the city In the dirty grey of dawn And I looked up at the sky and cried, "how can you let this go on? &
knocked down the towers) tell the truth nigga I pledge no allegiance nigga fuck the presidents speeches im baptized by america and covered in leeches the dirty
I flex styles Niggas vacate the premises and become exiles I manufacture rhymes like textiles of x-files And lighten juveniles Living life with no purpose
of what I'mma do next, gotta respect I ain't out to please a bitch She could get on her knees I'm tryin' to get rich I'm shined out, ten karats on my
They will see the butterflies Dangling like fake Rolex's Every morning I wake up With a purpose and a smirk I'll put on a fake mustache I'll drink Heineken
Dirty and low with the same pair of pants on Tables I dance on and benches at bed time Way passed the deadline and waiting for the world's end I just
little more each day Followed by dirty and sugary food Grown where the light was gray Later my thoughts were small and sharp Adapted to their purpose
to the NYC Warren G with the gangsta three's, ooh wee So what's crackin' now, got these haters actin' now Backin' down to this gangsta sound West coast circus clowns, it's on purpose
On and on and on and on and on and on and on and on And on and on and on and on and on and on and on And the beat goes On and on and on and on and on
Wheezy you know You know it's Wheezy you know Who Squideye [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] I ain' just jumped off da porch playboy I been thuggin on da block Fist clutchin' on
runnin' this shit this year Haters 'n haters you better be clear Or you'll be kissin' my pussy on the rear What I'm talking 'bout, with my filthy mouth, from the dirty
you did? What if I find my purpose first? What if I fulfill my life's work? What if you counting on my failure made me live? What if you counting on
eighty, it's all gravy on the phone gettin' throat From the padro [unverified] to that hydro From that sticky to that icky Dark tinted windows on my
you just told her twice And I don't wanna put my hands on ya, I got a plan for ya Get with my mans, he gon' lay a couple grand on ya So fresh and so clean