my dick goes droopy Scoop me, shit black truck rolls on You's a ryda like my name's Malone dumb bitch Hell yeah I'm a ryda Weed rollin high lighter Straight up Detroit 7
up in a AST Me standin' on the top of your tour bus Butt naked with a fuckin' hockey mask Slicin' your cashmere with a sharp 7-up glass Don?t you know
situation just ain't right 'cause she got to bumpin' her gums like her momma, so I called her I said I got mines, get off your ass and raise your daughter
wake up 7:30 for work, what? I'd rather run the streets 7:30 with work But met this knucklehead, thought he want a order Came and asked me, stop pitching to his daughter
our niggaz cool and our moms set It ain't safe every day is a bomb threat Game watered down you work harder or less Just give it all to my daughter
, you better lock your door 5, 6, get your crucifix 7, 8, don't stay up late 1, 2, X is comin' for you 3, 4, better lock your door 5, 6, get your crucifix 7
it 'cause a nigga from the U be makin' it You can call me the 9-6 pissy bomb, You can call me the 9-7 Deion This clique this clique be fully equipped,
I know technology now allows po'-po' to look inside walls And see inside homes, I know all I was tryin' to do Is buy my little daughter a brand new
she looked so tough I had to follow her all the way home And when we were there I met her dad, he said: You'd better leave my daughter alone And I couldn
Mass murders and random violence, when the living become the dead Father killing mother, daughter, son suicide pact Butchers black 24/7, a sign of the
The rain dropped down at 7:20 so suddenly wasted water harsh memories no matter how deeply buried survive, they emerge all my betrayed water runs between
for wutever little b still be gettin Scurdy and 11th n the ghetto down in Columbus i stay thuggish ruggish mash (mash!!) in the peddal thrown up the 7
on the road to riches, referring to the womankind as hoes and bitches, yeah, you the man now because you rap is for ?????, but you got your 7 year old daughter
Well, I walked in to one of my old haunts It used to be a honky-tonk heaven Some old slicker done bought the place An' lit it up like a 7-11 Yes, they
dude, I want so much So much more for my daughter (Your pops don?t like me) When the girls from the ghetto act the size of they stilettos 6 7 8 wanna
, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 In these windows are my daughters, Show yourselves, my dears. (each princess calls out her number): 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 Each
el cost ya look away look back i lost ya i aint a killa main but i will thats word on my son and my up boan daughter you meet me by the creek by the
'll cost ya Look away, look back I lost ya I ain't a killa man but I will and I swear on my son And my unborn daughter You move your key by the crawler