Lyrics:
THE LIZcRD PEOPLE.
'Cause I could be bleeding all day, all week really.
WE cRE THE LIZcRD PEOPLE.
If you have a golf ball or something maybe a little larger.
Balls, balls, balls
Balls, balls, balls
You'll never touch my
Catch me if you can but you ain't man enough
You're standin' tough
But you know
shit ain't that deep for real
But certain shit like cheese
Will leave you six
Feet deep if I'm knee deep in bills
Yo I sleep wit' steel cause I merk cats
radit's like dage
Which bag did they come out of, and how can I get in itto win it
Like raffle ticket pick
And if you feelin' something, guess who gets
to show
Masculinity's what you need to show
So hardest out as if I was the seed of John Q
Funny how fast all your past
Demons can find you
Ain't got a clue
forever
If I was to buy me a chain I'm rocking Gucci sweaters
Never thought that life was a game but there's still different levels
Hope you know that I
Yeah Yeah
All though we grown and older now
Momma told me Im you teacher
My brothers keeper yeah yeah
(Verse 1: Suli4Q)
We turned pain into laghter
Bitch, I feel like Goon 'cause
I'm a real deal stepper
Yellow baguettes on my shit, nigga
Shit like lemon pepper (Woah, woah)
Bad-ass bitch
You know
*(Phats Bossi)*
Throw up yo hands if you Thugged Out!
First nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged out!
Throw up yo hands if you Thugged Out!
First
While shipping me by the feet, and if you judge then judge my thang
[Never]
When the playas live (Playas)
Double-breast suit, don hats for real
the mall
I ball like Kobe, better yet Paul Gasol
Nigga already know it's me high, I be fly
I swear that I'm a trouble man like TI
I'll show you how we die if
like I'm rushing then I'll sleep on the couch
MC it's your call, I'm ready to ball
And if you need me I'm ready to brawl
[Lord Tariq]
And that's forever
stupid
La boy I’m on my P’s and Q’s
Choppa just for you
Opper sent his flock bitch
She wonder if I’m coming through
I’m on my P’s and Q’s
Choppa just for
Look, i got the sauce and the juice
Mix it together like grandmother's gumbo
Boy check your p's and your q's
If i said it i meant it you done for
raise up in the stack
Schoolin', I'm ready to feel pain bet you ass
Will be fillin on the
Foul type, then you say "Hi!" when I pass by
A nigga tryna act
[DJ Quik]
Now...
Now who be the top OG from the W? (Who?)
Gangbang with heat, that's what I'm telling you (You)
If you feel defeat within'll dwell
breaking down, but i could never panic
I got Q’s, good numbers (Q's)
Cu’s, no cumbers (Q)
Anything they wanted, H2, No hummer (hummer)
Bitch i really run it
balls
I'd rather knock a q off then get blue off
That's how I stay on my toes like my shoes off
You dudes are soft, really bitch like Ra Paul
When's it's
If you gone shoot the ball shoot the ball gone shoot swish
If I miss it's okay I still won't lose Better tell em
Told my dawg no worries no pressure
once again at green you be prey in it
By balls are birth control to these holes, foreplay but won't stay in it
The move malicious but there's an artform
sons, step back, let the TEC lift
Lift you up, bless you with a shorty then we set you up
Spark the lye, Q.B.C., yo, it's do or die
In this business
the chain if you can't afford it
'Ye them load of whores by the boards
Trust
That old ball-and-chain had me chained up for weeks
So of course I'm off
at the governor ball
I'm baggin' eight balls
Spilled Perignon on my suede Kaws
I had to tell that bitch
"Don't touch my waves!"
Layin' by the pool, $3K for
featuring Master P
We gonna ball till we fall
Were real soldiers gonna be there when the homies call x2
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