have to be a quarter, not a nickel and dimes I want to be the prayer answered when you meet me The pain, the bat and the blood when you beat me [2x] '
Traduction: Custom. Beat Me.
ear And be getting head from brunettes in a lear If you ain't talkin money I don't wanna chit chat Throwin parties in Jamaica when I hit plat Receivin chips thugs catch cases for Make bitches beat me
custom Made interior dirty it the shit ratin spiners spokes 24?s On it yep yep got a TV in the sterrin wheel like luda and if u Run up on me look dirty
: It's the real thing The real thing Nothing but the real thing It's real You can xerox the Mona Lisa Deadpan Da Vinci in every detail Might beat customs
even got no wheels Custom-fitted, custom-kitted wood grain Custom everything, what's that on the seat? Custom mustard stain Now let's go hit the mall,
liked violence?" And told me that my tape taught 'em to swear What about the make-up you allow your 12-year-old daughter to wear? (Hmm?) So tell me that
you want to be evil like Knieval then jump I guarantee your punk ass catch the speed lump The tactics, extract, morbid thoughts from the mental custom
The P.A. system keeps my hard heart beating tonight (Oh hell yes) I'm a nervous wreck (Oh hell yes) The drugs just make me reset Knock once for the
Tape recording And they grabbed me While I was boarding Yes, they grabbed me Then they beat me Then they told me They don't like me And I crashed In my
fuck around [Pressure:] We've gained such renown For this state of the art custom sound For them custom built rappers with under-skilled narratives The good die young, me
missed by like 20 feet. He slammed down on the pavement, I quicked started kicking. Beat him with the crowbar 'til he finally stopped twitching. Look behind me
drop top chop Love ya body work shawty start it up for me Lemme get dem keys sexy wide body 0 to 60 ur beating everybody Let me hear you rev it up gas
that club line, I ain't lookin for no friendships Got Clyntell pipes, custom tint up on my windows My air vents sealed, so I never lose no indo Who's trailing me
of miles put the styles on the map We recognized world wide if you didn't know We flow with the clouds rolling out Koast II Koast Now I know you never seen somebody like me
s This is so me Ask us many mention lil homie, lil bony But the rhymes is fat in fact Keep just like a Rochester customer God bless the mothers and younger
too white thangs can't complain Bubba on them white guts custom made ain't a stain 0-2 Z-7-1 on them Mickey T's standing with ya man wanting me to sign