RAP GAME PATRiCK EWiNG

Swear to God I'ma stunt so hard Pull up on the ladies got 'em sayin' oh lord Ain't a thing lil homie let do it (let do it) Going hard in the paint Pat Ewing I ball from a distance pocket so ballistic Boysenberry on my biscuit's My life style is vicious But don't contradict me my reaction may vary I done passed my SATs My legs folded indian style on my lawn chair Versace on my cabin i use to like rapping Until I found out that I'm the Rap game Samuel L jackson Mixed with Eric Clapton Sing a hook like Tony Braxton but I Still find the time - in my - busy schedule To make the fifth start relaxing Like a lazy neighbor I found a autographed high school picture Darth Vader On the back of my Aunt Thelma's wallpaper RiFF Ima Stunt hard swang through the city Scored a touch down Watch me dance like P Diddy Swanging in Buick ain't nothing to it I still count bands An I ain't make it off the music Smoking big killer california dank Catch me flipping screens While im pulling out the bank Ima take it back like some Reebok pumps Feel like Kris Kross Way I make them boys jump Paper sittin tall like the sears tower Just like Scarface I want the Money and the Power Rolling up the sour, nothin but the sweets Feel like Pistol Pete Dropping dimes through the streets Dimes on my celly swang through the telly Keep it on the down low bitch im R Kelly Ain't nothing changed yeah they know my name Watch me switch lanes griping wood grain UHHH