qu?importe mon ethique Je changerai l?etiquette Hypothetique etiquette Ouais, je suis fumeur c?est immonde On s?habitue aux habitudes Sans aucune pudeur comme tout le monde Je m
Et qu?importe mon ethique Je changerai l?etiquette Hypothetique etiquette Ouais, je suis fumeur c?est immonde On s?habitue aux habitudes Sans aucune pudeur comme tout le monde Je m
me quite like you do... (repeat 4) Verse One: When it comes down to the things I like Boy, you know just how to satisfy me You pick me up when I'm down
me, not the one Mariah Carey carry I'm talking sawed offs and 4 fizzys? Fuck knocking on the door, to blow the doors off, it's more easy I'm at the top
put in they juices I'm the "Joe Millionaire" of rap and one of these chicks is gonna get picked and gonna get dicked I'm all that and then some, y'all
for my burner, in my car do' mayn-mayn Yeah I'm rapping, but I'm still trapping stacking that dope mayn-mayn [Z-Ro:] If you hang with haters, you might pick
all you haters hate me, as I make a little mo' [Hook] I'm going platinum this time, (this time-this time) I think you fellas, better respect my mind (mind-mind) I'm
Having visions of me pulling the trigger slugging myself I done went from rags to riches, riches to rags now I'm stuck Plus my boo is acting nautios because I'm
to your brain Sit back get it together, take a chill really sit back When I'm on swangas never hear no noise, cause them hoes don't click-clack I'm thinking
How many MC's must get dissed For hatin' on that MVP new draft pick? Don't it look like 100 moons on my wrist? I'm sorry I'm the glitter that yo girl
stealing coins from the poor box i'm robbing the blind, but you won't understand, i'm a wanted man got no choice in the matter i'm mad as a hatter but
same thing to me I get along with real niggas it's the lane to be Talking loud out of pocket tryna bang with me And so I pull it out my pocket let it
slug I went from drug dealing to a shot caller From off the block, no longer rock And putting money in my pocket, nationwide baller Bitch nigga I'm prepared
you with my razor I'm not violent, I'm petrified and nervous I got no mercy for these niggas try'n to serve us But if you catch me outta pocket, then I'm
, you fucking with a P-I-M-P (Chorus) (Verse 2) I'm bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me If you fucking with me, I'm a P-I-M-P Not what you
ve looked in my pocket Behind the newspaper And underneath the remote control And i cannot find where i put it again Oh boy i cannot find my keys I'm
