Lyrics:
in my hand
Stash in thn brown paper bags with them rubberbands
I ain't got tsay nothing.. everybody know mex4
ballin is habbit that money I gota have
letters to a bitch that ain't thinkin' 'bout me
But I'm a pimp, mayne, so I'ma sharpen up my twos and 'bout that
'Cause that bitch lips so big
Chopstick had
There's death in the air, my eyes are bloodshot red.
I'm forever blunted so I don't care.
Word to my nappy black hair, it's the year of the leader,
the bottom of mankind
My hair is nappy, you know that it's big
My nose is round and wide
You hate me don't you? You hate my people
Your plan is to terminate my
next look
Not a baby I'm standing tall as a grown man
Mental power that's bigger stronger than Conan
Days of building I went about it like Romans
In
I ain't having that, I ain't having that
I'm old school like happy slaps
Now it's red bottoms like a nappy rash
I ain't having that, I ain't having
at 3 in the morning,
Blowing on a bowl of some a that michigan Chronic,
That big k dog always seems to keep on him
Blowing on a bowl of some of that
high man
I'm just a young boy, snot nose, hair nappy
Cops ride by squeezin' their trigger fingers at me
So I would go to school and try to get good
woman and man
God bless the God, lay these Streets wall to wall
It go, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yo, you got popped like a flick by that rivalry clique
It
the way I sing what the fuck I gotta rap for
Nappy twists by any means Malcolm x in skinny jeans
Baby don't play me, don't play me (That a big man thing)
She like the way I sing what what I gotta rap for
Nappy twists by any means Malcolm x in skinny jeans
Baby don't play me, don't play me (That a big man
Yeah
I see you, big bro
I'ma kill these niggas, man
Yeah (haha)
Straight off the block wit' it
Eagle Street to be specific
I'm peepin'
There was an old man in my home town
had a gold tooth -hair was brown
Ran a drug store down on main street
Wore cowboy boots on his big feet.
I
we comin down and a nigga feel so trilla
Cause Im comin with Big Moe, My Kici and Po-yo
I even gotta tight what cut from the playa Joe
Man let me get
this bitch
Chillin with my partna screw
Fixin to give it to this boy
Goin flip his tongue
Man go on, go on, go strong
(Big Moe)
Heeeeeaaaaa
roll the dice.
Feel me? Scared money don't make none.)
Shorty look I know my ego looking forty foot.
Big chain and not talking bout the naughty
chest, nappy chin
Never seen with a happy grin
Show the fat foul cause I'm down
Take a look around
and all you see is big black boots steppin
Use my
My number one goal is to get her out the hood
Never changed, I be thuggin' hard in my section
Me and my dawgs proteted by Smith & Wessons
Any nigga
know what it be
I'm a big brown dirty tool
GermanLand
What a magical place
Just hold my hand
I'll show you a good time
You and I, baby, let's have fun
Through Jesus Christ our lord
Roman 6-23 nigga
Read it and weep, biatch
Hit a man bustin' up in my door
So I grab my 44
Now them bustas on the floor
cnd keep it on the floor by their big yellow door by the sea
In a tablecloth nappy
The Kippers are happy
The Kippers are happy
Oh I wish I was Mr
in the backseat listening to jazzy (ohh, baby)
Dressing up and looking snazzy
Denim blue jeans, Agri jacket
Big brown boots, where'd ye have it?
I'm a big boss man
I like old model cars and big sedans
You like two doors
Frontin' their clothes and Rolls
Or sit on the porch, sip something real
rebuttals for real
Ya chick a thot, she lick the cock
Then gave scar to my man
Have four balls in her hand
She got jugglin' skills
But stop by ya spot
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