you tellin'? The world is mine like Esco If not, at least a house and Esgro Turnin' ghetto stars into Uncle Tom's Yogi, the mellow low key Understandin' my crew is
ya's Let gunshots smoked ya's Who fuck with us? Weed, liquor done corrupted us Wet a nigga like umbrellas Take the woman out a man; stomach out a man Pump and bust, the guts comin' out a
, ohh, this is incredible, ohh) Fuck that, Slim, keep that for yourself You a crazy white dude and you need some help, word I got a beautiful wife, kids and a gorgeous home
maximum wage That body belong on a poster Im in a daze, that bottom is wavin at me Like damn it I know you You wanna show like a gun out of holster Tell
pack a big mack, I run in Mickey D's Pop your ass up, leave you bleeding on your big mac Get you bent like a car fender, I fight dirty I'm throwing bottles in the club, like a
a sting It's hard to keep control, I bless those who seek a scroll Trying to reach a whole nation and break the sleeper hold Not a role model, I walk
sober But the alcohol be callin', son like a ghost So let's make a toast to my liver and my kidneys Pour out a little Henny, here's to gout in your twenties Not
a fed joint, he half way out He ain't home, his ass in a halfway house Correctional facilities don't correct shit 'Cause the first thing he asked is
son is a daughter All I need is some cigars and quarter a couple cars and a lawyer Kinda packin' a bitch and i'll be back with a hit I'm that sick, Who
you like Eve with a gun in my sleeve Weed spots is like my need spots, let freedom ring Sadat X Luther King I wanna 1000 from the housing, don't know how much the club
't give me that mack shit, please" His phone goes off and then things Get a little more interesting He steps a little closer I point my gun and say, "I'm not
Well, well, well, what the fuck is this? A condom in my bed, you better start talkin' bitch Before I take a match and burn this mother fucker down I said
[Hook - 2x] Balling is a habit like Jordan, Bird and Magic My life is fantastic, maculant extravagent Got a high rise and a bachelor pad, rims tumble like acrobats A
Let me hear it! [Reporters] The gun, the gun, the gun, the gun Oh yes, they both reached For the gun For the gun [Billy Flinn] A little louder! [Reporters
with one Shoot that weak gang, like a bb gun And watch her do her thang, oh she gonna get it done This girl body up the game, she a home run She my dirty
is not compatible When white boys come around they be like yo Kell your shit is radical My hang 10 surfs up I left them clueless Not that many MC's out
wage That body belong on a poster I?m in a daze, that bottom is wavin? at me Like damn it I know you You wanna show like a gun out of holster Tell me
world on my shoulder Not a nigga nor a hoodrat bitch can stop me from taking it over This is crack music, go get the baking soda 300 Bars and Runnin, nigga the wait is