Lyrics:
Inhalin' ganja smoke
Countin' mad CREAM, weighin' tons of coke
Guarded by thugs and Rottweilers
I flood the streets with
Drugs and clock dollaz
Niggas get
was pretending to be someone that he wasn't
His wife's sixteen year old niece? In her pussy he nutted
Left church, ain't looked back since waay back
that's minimal (yeah)
Might talk but I live it though, sick chain glitter roll
Never sleep and don't stop gettin' that
[Fabolous]
Uh, hold up Cain,
with straight F's but that shit is common
Fuck safe sex, rip the latex and condoms
I hit my rock bottom, but I still believe there's potential
All I
repeats itself and thats just how it goes
Same way that these rappers always bite each others flows
Same thing that my nigga Elvis did with Rock n Roll
a rhyme to blow your mind
That's why I walk around L.A. with more hoes than Ginuwine
So jump in the saddle if y'all niggas wanna battle
Cause I roll
on a stove
And commence to roll, like a tire
A real rider will ride ya, like a stallion with a chair
Any buster be cherbin', in the game that's
the leather jacket
That's me at the steeple
Rock and roll, here's the church
Rock and roll, here's the people
And we're all evil
Always wanting something new
a damn chump
I can say it if you need, but I'd rather let the ink bleed
Mega church leaders sleeping with male hookers
Mayors hitting crack pipes with
you read it in church
Yea I know some niggas flipping birds that don't work at churches
(Nah them niggas don't work at no churches)
I stick to Mary I
pollinate we just sting
Pluckin' the string ready to rock and then roll, so close to losing' our souls
Breakin' the mold of everything told, nothin' to sale
a sucker nude take his berkie's
Said run that shit or it's church B
Selling five rocks in my berkies
Bulletproof on you can't murk me (Boop)
Seen a DP in my
a little bit inside
I said a thousand things
But I swear I never lied
I'm sticking by your side
I'm in your ear like this mine
Damn baby you fine
Wanna try
you any damn thing that you want
You want flowers, I'll buy your ass a rose
But later on you're coming out them panyhose
You want gold? Girl what's
and talkin in da interview
Cause damn...what you wanna do nigga? (No, no, no...)
Well I suggest you invest in vests and count your blessings
Keep that smith
I've got the smallest cock that
Anyone has ever had
My cock is so damn small that
It gets lost in my hand
When I fuck women with it
They never know
And a bitch by the name of America's on it
The same bitch that jacked my forefathers
And the Indians took my motherfucking religion
Place a holy Bible in my
through it
What I mean by that is I floor it
I roll more stoned than a hater does
So technically I'm a florist
Dug two graves once upon a time
Still ain't
and roll with it
As long as any opp I smoke stop and watch me blow with it
As long as any rock I mold lock the pots on stoves with it
If you can meet me
don't play with the (guy)
I be talkin' my own damn girlfriend when I say that I'm into to the thick of it (hoo!)
I be killin' my own damn bestfriend
of lion, don't play with the (guy)
I be talkin' my own damn girlfriend when I say that I'm into to the thick of it (hoo!)
I be killin' my own damn bestfriend
Can't tell by the diamonds in my rings?
That's how many times I wanna cum, twenty-one
And another one, and another one
And another one, 24-karats,
that's minimal (yeah)
Might talk but I live it though, sick chain glitter roll
Never sleep and don't stop gettin' that
[Fabolous]
Uh, hold up Cain,
that's minimal (yeah)
Might talk but I live it though, sick chain glitter roll
Never sleep and don't stop gettin' that
[Fabolous]
Uh, hold up Cain,
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