transvestite that dress like a Lil Kim Fox Your just like a little wind box when I press tight on the trigger of this glock That's right on the little
need a fix up I?m the big shot get it dicks nuts your just small boats little pricks girl you think that other pricks hot I?ll drink gasoline and eat a lit match
(feat. Diddy & Young Joc) [Group:] We in the car We ride slow We doin things that the girls don't do The boys stare We smile back All my girls
And came back wrapped in Saran (Now wait a minute! Little Derwin got something to show us that Jenny could never do. Listen...) (Hey. Look at little
Will I have learned so very little When these bones are old and brittle? I wait to talk when I should listen And cloud mistakes with false revisions
Nice girls not one with the defects cellophane shrink wrapped so correct Red dogs under illegal legs she looks so good that he gets down and begs She
. Well I'm the cat that scratches and I'm like a dog that bites. I'll be your box of matches, baby, when you need a light. Chorus I used to have a little girl
and we learnt to cook Rice peas chicken and stew pea soup In the room watching Kung-Fu films And Cleopatra joans Wishing we were cosby kids and the match stick girls
is in the big one The beast is in the little ones Talkin' 'bout let's hit him son Fuckin' with the little guns Y'all niggaz had a little run What more
all for you i said a long time no you start warm is a ripple every lickle dime, every nickle, you are trouble watch you're little head fatty boo and
Detox just to retox I'd promise you anything for another shot at life Imperfect boys with their perfect ploys Nobody wants to hear you sing about tragedy Little girl
Plastic people You gotta go (Chee poppa doodly woppa) Plastic people You gotta go (Yeah!) A fine little girl She waits for me She's as plastic As she
should 'Cause about this time we was gettin' the eye From the girls in the neighborhood They'd all come over 'n' dance around like... Twenty teen-age girls
on the bottom of you But don't fool yerself girl It's lookin' at you Don't fool yerself girl It's winkin'at you Don't fool yerself girl It's blinkin'
girl(')s on my hip like a Skytel pager now I'm on the top, let the champagne pop, throw ya hands in the sky cause The Game don't stop. Just a little more
made a little album got a royalty check But your friends don't give you no respect Spending my money using my style They wore my crown for a little