Well you broke all of my mirrors but i sure as hell can smoke and it's all i've got to prove this isn't just an inside joke we've rhymed and reasoned
legend alive The rest you gotta dig up You acting like it's hard roast ya I'll creep in your crib, and put your brains on your Barkley posters Got no
City bout to bounce on a trip We met some niggas with alot of things they want em to flip I told my nigga get the dough and keep the blau on your hip
she want me to carry her home now? So does she want me to buy her things? On my house, on my job On my loot, shoes, my shirt, my crew, my mind My father
-ass E.T. shirt on my back And I'm sleeping in the gutter Right next to Jam Town's mother I'm eating dead rats in the street I keep on checking for
back, side to side, criss cross get creative with it girl do your thang put it down like you love me let your fingers do the walkin and your lips do
kind circulation Breathin, eatin, the whole situation When we do our shit we do our shit for real While you take your money for your deal and make your own beats Compose your
minutes, Dungeon Family you're on Six minutes, six minutes Six minutes, Dungeon Family you're on [Witchdoctor] Fine lil' mama, my home gon' be a palace Laid out like a salad, keep
newspaper, obituaries face up God bless you for your pennies collect your spoils of war Spoils himself with a meal he paid a quarter for He's sorta short on
to double up (One on each arm) And you know I'm bout to double up (I keep one on each arm) Double up [Verse 2:] Pimpin don't stop when I walk up in the
want me to carry her home now? (Oooh) So does she want me to buy her things? On my house, on my job On my loot, shoes, my shirt, My crew, my mind, my
Rod Stewart/Andy Taylor/Robin Le Mesurier) Everyday I get up And drag myself out of bed While you're still sleeping On your tummy With your long legs
up when I role up And the ho's that stroll up Get the ho's that I ?? So what's the hold up Since I showed up I sew up: the game With the flow bucket
Shawty said nigga you broke hold up Broke niggas make me sick throw up Broke bitches talk to much bitch shut up Twenty-five hundred in ones In finna wet her up
hoes wobble like a bridge in a earthquake Never see me out 'cause I live in my workplace I'll give you the business so button up your shirt straight
your fur I know exactly where You'd like me to touch you So I'ma feel up on it, touch up on it Kiss up on it, rub up on it I know that you need my
your pants, take off your shirt Take off your bra, take off your thongs Girl, it's your birthday, leave your heels on Can we do it with your heels on
