with a dame who was half Mexicano Gave the ass up, I'm a mack daddy Soprano She passed me the indigo, but the imbecile Shoulda never tippy toed, thought
ragout Spice it up for Mama She'll get hot for you When they pass that basket Folk contribute to You put in for Mama She'll put out for you The folks
takin' orders Two thousand dollars and she'll make you lose your morals We must increase the profit if the trick wants to get oral Rappers like to claim 'bout how they know
style, u heard It's a Igloo-Badboy collabo thing u know Y'all niggaz ain't ready for it Coming rambo style nigga 2 guns up Y'all niggaz better duck down I'll
know they'll come get me, come get me someday I know they'll come get me and take me away I know they'll come get me, come get me someday If not tomorrow
in love with you. Surely you know that. (JOE is terribly startled by this.) JOE Norma.... NORMA We'll have a wonderful time next year. I'll have the
to come, shit your boy smooth as the verse when I'm done, I used to say I wouldn't amount to nothin', Even my momma ain't know she had a star since the
a crew If you dissed me in the past, I have no work for you I know who's a traitor and who's my man I know who's gonna scram when shit hits the fan I know
he drive Ballers who never made it out the hood Cats who owed, but never made it out the hood If they offered you pleas and you went to court with it
I was high as a fuck, OD'n on Visine, so my eyes wouldn't glisten (OH!) Moms still bitchin She thought I knew better, but I didn't She tried to talk to
burners And my bitch swear to God she won't snitch I told her when she hit the bricks I'll make the hooker rich Conspiracy, she'll be home in three Until
hip hop roots I get higher and higher Each time you're playing my track This sound is smacking your ass My voice is touching your heart So bang your head, you silly bitch I know
, cause I?m cool She don?t know about my struggle Yeah she still call me ghetto Cause I let my pants sag And I smoke a lotta doja Get high as I wanna Never
bonkers From London to the youngest in Yonkers We So-Cal residential lyrical monsters Gettin' women's attention like I'm rippin' a concert So put your hands high
a town I've never heard of By some bitch named Alberta over nickel play the burnace And my bitch swear to God she won't snitch I told her where she hit
Only wear she like to rock is 560 Swear to her mom's if it's on, she'll die wit me Puff blunts, like to get high just like Whitney Thug type, "Set It
Ya'll don't even know the name of my fleet It was +Touch Me, Tease Me+ when +Case+ was the shit You don't know bout the cases I get Court case, briefcase
it up Yo check it out now, uh, yo, yo [Verse 1] Yo subliminal thoughts, 107th street, criminal court Pissy drunk up in here, Gordon, Gin the court