Ya Ass Back To Work" face Bedroom storage, kitchen workspace Stick a finger in the pot, see how the work taste SWEET! Call it rock candy When you bake cakes
the rap Al Capone, south with pone Tommy gun duck fitted to my mouth is chrome Don't get it backwards, Stuck Shore South is home Pelle who, soon to be caked
dudes up throwin' mollywops, Some people say that I'm all just talk, But I'll tell you everything about the block I walked, I wasn't cookin' pot, I wasn
, alone, ignoring your call I feel like spiderman, you got me flying off of the wall I ain't wanna leave, but still I had to go 'Cause what goods a rainbow without my pot
of my flow too quick for the human eye to detect zooming by Guess who, what's happening guys? They told me to shit, I fell off that pot Hopped right back
parkin' lot I'm so unorthodox I got your bitch riddin'my dick with no sox (Bounce bitch, bounce, bounce) I'm the hottest shit jumping out the coffee pot
With our fingers we make million holes,we run and we fall into pot holes,on a mission to savor the world oooh We peek at the sky through tree holes Comet
't with it bite crotch til it break your jaw (Your jaw) For tryin to knock us Tryin to kill or stop us, jack our propers Busta Bus, they fakin, the cake
flow too quick for the human eye to detect zooming by Guess who, what's happening guys? They told me to shit, I fell off that pot Hopped right back
kids get newer, and the hatin? gets fewer We on a holiday, this is what I gotta say Them haters wish I would crack, just like a pot of yay My boy Zack
in the street [Fat Joe:] Crack! How hot is hot? She on fire baby burn the block I even taught her how to turn to pot You cool it off, and it come back
I'm starting off my day with a blunt of purp, No pad cake just a cup of sirrup, Baking soda pot and a silver fork, You already know it's time to go to
use different rubber bands Red means 30 stacks blue means 10 packs When I say Imma skreet nigga bitch I mean that Hold up, Hold up, this shit won't cake
wrist game Turn that junk off Hot as piggly wiggly Cant kermit the frog dog (Repeat) Early in the mornin I aint even yawnin Cookin up a cake Like I
yo this for my G's Yo yo Aiyyo, this for my G's, hoes, gangstas, foes niggaz who get dough rep for get lo I got cake (cake) weight (weight) shanks (shanks
kind of funk will do Play your circumstancial blues Now let me get this straight Is it the pot calling the kettle black? Or the black calling the pot