say she love and she driving me crazy I say she love and she driving me crazy It was the spot, Felipe around St. Johnny And in the spot Mr. Cat and Johnny
mother land Rippin' on that steering wheel, passenger's a duffel bag Hundred in the louie, don't confuse me with that other cat Engine in the truck jack, pushin like a super
stupid you will feel What I do, I do it well Shooting from the hip, yeah boy I shoot to kill Half a breath left on my death bed Screaming F that, yeah super
deny it stupid you will feel what I do, I do it well shooting from the hip, yeah boy shoot to kill half a breath left on my death bed screaming F that yeah super
I knew this kid named Alberto Funny style cat and his girl looked like a turtle Not Lisa Turtle, just a turtle High school track he ran the hurdle His
don't play Lay you on the back you can watch the doctor operate Loc can give a bone, Loc can make her moan Give the cat a treat now watch the cat come
smoke a million Swisher bluntsand I ain't never coming down Bitch you ain't no Barbie I see you work at Arby's Number 2, super-sized Hurry up I'm starving
take your fresh bromide maybe this man of letters lied let me tell you 'bout a dream I had the other night you were in it boy you sure gave me a super
deny it Stupid you will feel, what I do, I do at will Shooting from the hip, yeah boy shoot to kill Half a breath left on my death bed Screaming F that yeah super
I-I-I see some hoes in her Ayo TrackBoyz Its cool if I bring my other cats From St.Louis on this one? Come on Girl as you came through the door, you
everyday and every night (Help me out) I need a freak to hold me tight I need a freak everyday and every night I need a freak with long long hair A super
Stupid you will feel What I do, I do it well Shooting from the hip, yeah boy shoot to kill Half a breath left on my death bed Screaming F that yeah super
on The mental instrumental I continue with My song yeah we've got jumping jerks with no understandings of The East Coast stomp. Fam understand Several other
yea yes yall] (RA) We not like you other MC's (Adolf) Riding fake props (RA) I'll be in this rap shit till my fucking heart stops (Adolf) We not like you other
on that steering wheel, passenger's a duffel bag Hundred in the Louis, don't confuse me with that other cat Engine in the trunk jack, push it like a super
take your fresh bromide Maybe this man of letters lied Let me tell you 'bout a dream, I had the other night You were in it boy, you sure gave me a super
ONE] Understand this, here comes another bad gal lyric Whose more than over pissed that there's not a true verbalist Giving competition to this super
