't like I'm telling you Something that you ain't knew though So don't get it twisted like a noodle I'll put one in your noodle And leave a nigga twisted
bang them brains But then we switch subject and fuck with them Clones that suck the thug dick, run around foul Tellin' people we stole your style, muthafucka We ain't never been in your
eyes see the blood That mean the creep start workin' Niggas never learnin' that They eyes keep lurkin' Have ya janitor Pumpin' your X 5 merkin' Skid marks the street Your
Stay in your place, while a real playa mash to this I know it's heaven for g's, m-11 to squeeze 'bout an ounce, and body counts, to drop pass seven degree
niggaz probably knew somethin plus I needed a cut Walked in they was playin Jigga (jihh-gga..) Discussin how Da Brat titties done got bigger These niggaz next to me, was talkin bout
in your body Yeah y'all you can feel it in your body Like if a 12 gauge shottie shell hit your body You don't want no one to find your ass a hobby
getting down to fun And it's your time just tonight he'll be mine Then he's gone yeah People movin', bodies groovin' Never ending players are changing Don't you worry 'bout
, heat is up Ladies, fellas drop your cups Bodies packed, front to back Move your ass, I like that Tight hip huggers, low for show Shake a little somethin
bit) Ain't ya proud of me now Release ya mind, body and soul And let yourself become a part of the flow, like the EX roll And you can try your best
these ducats, all about this scrilla I got no reservation, 'bout breakin bitches fo' real Get it, cause Bun Beada bring the heat to the fire You think
read your mind, read your mind, Professor X We can press rewind, press rewind, VHS Speaking of the past, it's so futuristic behind ya Let me fill up your
bout boy Physically I'm literally a cocaine cowboy, wait-wait Did I just go almost four bars without talking about my big dick? The other day me and your
worry bout cha man baby he ain't gotta know Come here, I'm 'bout to take you higher We about to set this bitch on fire Pour a lil' gas, spark up your
cause power outages Set a bad example for the youth How bout it kids Madchild's starting an army who wanna join it Warriors raise your fists if you enjoying
We ain't got shit, somethin' got to give Y'all done flipped y'all wig, blacked out the crib Die and live for my nigs and my bad-ass kids, freeze Lookin' at your
s that fire) Get your lighters, roll that sticky, let's get higher (Let's get higher) Got that blueberry yum yum and it's that fire (It's that fire) Yes fire fire
niggas better find out who's your man It don't work in the hood you could fool your fans Few bullets in your jeans soon to ruin your plans Then I show
niggaz get to bleedin' Pull the fuckin' fire when I leave 'em, you shoulda seen 'em Hostile hoes catch elbows Negroes disposed of And snitches get dealt with, with no love Body
