Lyrics:
1300 block, magazine
40 in the kitchen cookin', ice cream
Zippers, zones, her-on and hubba rocks
Gotta little kids to the front yard runnin' around
the living room looking at the news
Got a razor and some zipper baggies
About to do the fool
Cutting hundred dollar slabs
Wholesaling niggaz halves
Getting
to get up into and we found it
If you had a problem with a nigga we was down with
We rolled by your set and shot your whole click down, bitch
Niggas
Everybody's for self now, nobody helps out
Intimidated by what I might accomplish, they jel' now
They keep their connect to theyself, or they might tell me
to pay me but I dick her down free
Wanna know if its the truth then pull the zipper down and see
' no homo though
Yea
Ummm
I'm goin then
Drizzy I
and by myself, I be jerkin..
.. on to the chorus
I want that purple Cadillac with the lime green ragtop, yeah
Lovely lady, girl you drive
do is what I do, yeah, no doubt
Thinkin' about you, Jodeci help me sing it now
I was just sitting right here
Waiting for you, my dear
I was just
And put my ugly ass face on the album cover
With are & be top ten hits
And we had Jodeci singing all over our shit (aaahhhh!!!!)
Fuck that, though, yo,
on my zipper
While I'm hanging on
To my vows
Demons surround me
In triple
Stage darkness
And taunt me
They know I'm the good guy
Going bad
So
Tell me what I'm thinking
Tell me what to do
Always got me drinking
When we with the crew
Grab you by the hand babe
I'll get close to you
Tell me
compounded by dat booty I'm dumbfounded
Blood starts rushing whenever I come around it
Searching for a real love, well baby girl yuh found it
All emotion
Because I'm dreamin' about fuckin' her doggy style
So I'm thinkin' 'bout some hits that I can slip her
Fuck it, I'll just pull down her zipper
Feelin'
in a daze, takin' all my cheese
She keep goin' in my zippers of my Balmain jeans (true)
I can't hit 'em by the one, do it by the threes (yeah), yeah
Money on my mind, your bitch on my zipper
Breaking up pound after pound
THC on every finger
You gon' need a boost from God
To get as high as me, nigga
of acid
1-800-888 zippers-on-tastic
Clientele, raise 'em high raise 'em low
Out on bail everybody hit the floor
Dump, bust, blast, dump, bust,
Dump,
confess keep a bucket full of acid
1-800-888 zippers-on-tastic
Clinetel, raise `em high raise `em low
Out on bail everybody hit the floor
[Chorus:]
Ten months old, I was abused (uh-huh)
Kicked in the stomach, I swole up like a balloon (I was fucked up)
Zipper on my stomach 'cause they split my
eggs Benedict
Pigs lick shit, rip with words in a bismol energy
It's time I society beats release
Inner breathlessness, outer restlessness
By
words in a bismol energy
It's time I society beats release
Inner breathlessness, outer restlessness
By the time I caught up to freedom I was out
dreams
Land land of Liberty we're run
By a constipated man
When you live in the past
You refuse to see
When your daughter comes home nine months
can make you moan
Eat you up when we in the kitchen
Let you get on top when we by the stove
When she told me to do it faster
That's when I dug deep in
Heard drive-bys everyday
Seen homies die early age, though we still gang bang anyway
Uh, yeah, Figg side
Though we still gang bang anyway, uh
B's
every time you come by to kick it
And I open up the door you bring her cranky ass with you
Influencing your decisions I can't even get a minute
Without
zipper
Get her digits and I split her like it's different opinions
I love it when she call me Big Poppa
You keep riding how you ridin' you'll be be
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