: Instrumental
Instrumental
that than pissed on, I'm the Jetsons, you the Flintstones Catch me in the end zone, high stepping, prime time Thought you niggas been on, ain't no blocking my shine Like my new Air
m the rookie? But my features and my show's ten times your pay? 50K for a verse, no album out Yeah, my money's so tall that my Barbie's gotta climb it
I break And i expose my weapon I might hit L.A rappin Last of the heat and start cars still beatin Im on the west side geekin This is the turf that I stick my
listen Everyone put ya fists in the air now (air now, air now, air now) Everyone put ya fists in the air now(air now, air now) Everyone put ya fists in the air
is on the itinorary Anywhere, any block, clap any iron And beat niggaz 'til you can't identify 'em D Block my nigga To the niggaz on cure perscription and Ki-lock my
a chick, Slick-er than Rick around the clock I tock to the tic tac toe, rip up my rhyme my mic's my lasso Shit, I got rhymes comin out my asshole
my head to my feet I cant feel my face so please don`t speak You wanna know what we do when the club get packed Toss my set raise my shirt show that tat
here she put her head down and put her ass in the air.. Aye Get that ass over here she put her head down and put her ass in the air, Get it up, get
baby It's another head banger Swizz Beats, who hits on your streets every six weeks I be on the MP so much that my wrist's weak Ain't shit sweet, pile
hollerin out Shy run it And you can see I hold the crown ain?t no taken it from me I let my chain hang down from my neck to my tummy I got a pet pink
boobies was bouncin' on my head, my head Them boobies was bouncin' on my head, my head Bouncin', bouncin' on my head, my head I want them boobies bouncin
that than pissed on I'm the Jetsons you the Flintstones catch me in the end zone high stepping prime time thought you n-ggas been on aint no blocking my shine like my new air
better that than pissed on I'm the Jetsons, you the Flintstones catch me in the end zone high stepping prime time thought you n-ggas been on ain't blocking my shine like mt new air
to say, man You know the one thing I notice about critics, man? Is critics never ask me how my day went Well, I'mma tell 'em Yesterday my dog died,
