know I don't luv it [Da Brat:] Oh, guess who's driving in the 5 double O Like yippie I... yippie O... yeh Whn I talk smack ya'll betta skip back like
I don't luv it [Da Brat:] Oh, guess who's driving in the 5 double O Like yippie I... yippie O... yeh Whn I talk smack ya'll betta skip back like Hea
I was born in New Jersey, I said it before But I guess nobody heard me, my mother died young No sistas or brothas, I was the only son When I was twelve
I get my callin', but until then, I guess I'm stuck. Oh, fuck. Let T know I miss him much. When I get to heaven, Babi Boi, what's up? We can ride and
/ So I guess I'm too high/ Turn it over, let her ride (Let her ride) Let her get hers two more times, I guess that's what I'd rather do/ But that liquor
kid, now she's realizin' life is hard A big time dope dealer's all she wanted Who drove a Jag or a Benz so she could flaunt it The situation's got me
drinks sperm like it's soda I straight start aimin', would I miss? Get back bitch, I wouldn't never kiss I say she looks so good and she's so big But
go, every other video (I'm tellin' ya it's the same ol' shit) No matter where I go, I see the same hoe (I mean) Goddamn, you know what I'm sayin'? I'm sittin' back
me a threat I guess I got em scared by the way that I dress Unlike you I couldn't afford to shop at Macy's or Penny's So it's off to the swap meet for
happenin' guy? You told me to shit Fell off that pot, hopped right back on that crapper and I Said fuck you, with a capital "I", look who's back to antag
us we Brooklyn We define the black people equal to who Yeah what you supply? I know when I know when I drop dip That was in beetle's but a snake try
I pop I'd rather die in baggy Guess and Timbs And I put that on the BKLYN and thats Funkay Ease back the g's back as an o.d. gettin Funkay The sun sets
I pull a fo' and told you po' out that wine If I wanted flex, I coulda got a strap at that moment I'd rather keep ca-cash, ca-cash, 'cause I'm already wanted I
time I can take it, cause I dish it out I love my people but I'm paranoid, walk up on me my pistol I'ma whip it out Can't trust nobody, from my friends
was choice, like my voice My thug style made her cat moist That's the realest shit I heard, that's my word Regardless who she fucked, I'm the nigga she deserves I
rollin' Yeah nigga, ay but peep how my nigga Syke do it to you Guess who's back? I got ki's, comin' from overseas Cost a nigga two hundred G's I'm a
in stores, Baby Capone's, living wealthy Pictures of my birth on this Earth is what I'm dreaming Seeing Daddy's semen, full of crooked demons, already crazy And screaming I guess
, they sentenced me to death Today's my final day, I'm countin every breath I'm bitter cause I'm dyin, so much I haven't seen I know you never dreamed
