I practice what I preach, ridin' vogues and findin' hoes I told her I'd buy some clothes, but I'd be lyin' to hoes I ain't buyin' her shit, bitch I
mamma's uh, uh Now sexy mamma's, mamma's, mamma's Now, who go the baby mamma's? Dig it Hey, the classy mamma's, mamma's Hey, hey, the welfare mamma's
the phone hit that drive it home When I say it's on then it's on When I take it home then you best be on, dance c'mon Body shakin you achin want you all
man to love me Sometimes I get up I'm down I feel deadened hurt headed I'm down so I sweat it Through my day this ain't the way chained to the desk mess
the corner when I have ? Sweet, sweet ? only angels look betta But I ain't that jet so I best to go get her Hey ? she said what you want it to be Cause I
we go on another episode Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place That I once used to call home sweet home Come on, let's go back
to work Okay, she is gone so I jet to the phone Let the whole world know nobody's home It's Busta Rhymes and I'm feeling irie Come on over 'cause I'
E, Double T A, N I N E A.k.a K I N E T I C My attribute B O R N, G O D, Allah Searching for the truth in myself, I seen, I saw In order to achieve it
Cause it's some potent shit like from Humboldt County on the West coast Yeah I think I fell in love again, it's on It's so real I feel I won't have
a fuckin ki, so guess what I open my dresser drawer, 50 g's and a ki thats what I saw, I saw a bunch of shit now I be legit, Im just in the game and the
getting paid G's, cause I'm straight out of no cash A broke motherfucker, named Z-Ro That was a long time ago, because now I got some c-notes I'ma waste
I handle my issue, I got several pistols That won't whistle, missiles knockin? gristle from fatty tissue Mississippi's my home, 'til I'm die and I'm gone I
guess I'm the connection that you need, when they say it's a drought Cause it's not really a drought, them other niggaz just out And I'm the plug you
: Ol Dirty Bastard] I'll grab the mic and now I damage you, cut your whole stamin-u Ohh, sssshit, nahh I'll grab the mic and now I damage ya, cut your
back, I'm a beast, holmes It's ground beef, in the streets, so we street's clone Like fresh fruit, from a tree, so the heat's blown Your momma missing
plus crazy cooler than vanilla I catch a slap five from my man, that's my mellow Unique style I speak be the goods that I petal I'm stoned blam, to the
s why we losin' 'em I'm lookin' at this niggaz longevity, to make a big play But then it might be a mistake 'Cuz if I get sent to D C, I'm sendin' dice
It's so close to bein' slavery, in Texas n**** it's scary I reached out to C-Murder, right before I came home And when him home, let me go I make sure