gently In the Bentley All chrome Upset Fisentay Its gettin' hard to function I'm on that Oooooweee that had Marley munchin' They won't see a nigga Little
's all or nothin' Treat my feet with' designer to fine sneak's when I leave my home Only place you catch me walkin' is to my mail box's Cause on the streets
it all boo but never say gimme We can, pop yellow bottles push whips in all models Vroom vroom on the Calisport instead of Gucci goggles I'm a fly little
street. She was around for a lot of time, she ... Wandering around the hotel hallways in the middle of the night, Carrying a little ... yellow cardboard box
the Wheel of Ezekiel To pop thousand-dollar bottles of scotch, smoke purp, and heal the people Any rebuttal to what I utter get box-cuttered Count how
a epidemic wit dis one Ya'll know what dis is... So So Def [Nelly] Got 30 down at the bottom, 30 mo at the top All invisible set in little ice cube
little reds recovery room In her criminal underwear bra I was naked to the waist With my fierce black hound And I'm cookin up a Filipino Box Spring Hog Cookin up a Filipino Box
the eyeball of a rooster and the stones from a ditch and wash em down with bilge water and say you'll never snitch take the buttons from a yellow jacket
as they tossed the gravel underneath the fenders to weave home a wet slick anaconda of a two lane with tire irons and crowbars a rattlin' with a tool box
you to be the way i want you to be and when you're not it hurts me like shredded tape something sticky for security wrapped tight around a metal box
say you got the rapgames on, but it's all wrong I ride through ya hood in a Mr. Softy-truck Then pull a Mack out a box and smoke hoes Yeah, ya little
the Wheel Of Ezekiel To pop Thousand-dollar bot- tles of scotch Smoke pot And heal the people Any rebuttal To what I utter Get box-cuttered Count how
affair, actin like an adult for once Pluss my hand is up your skirt god damn you flirt What's a little me on top gon' hurt maybe a little but... Pain
Ruff Ryders niggas, blood in, blood out Sheek, Methical Yo yo, hey yo Soon as I cop the nine, I pop the nine But when I take it out the box, I represent
you got the rap games sewn But it's sewn wrong I ride through ya hood in a Mr. Softee truck Then pull a mac out a box of snow cones Yeah, ya little fucks
bout to start a epidemic wit dis one Y'all know what dis is so so def Got thirty down at the bottom, thirty mo at the top All invisible set in little
light gray wrist shit, flash the rocks The red, the yellow, the green, causin' traffic stops Bitch please, never freeze, gonna blast the glock Then I show a little
