kid, cat shootin' sperm in you wiz I'm why you smell herb in the crib Man, I'm out for doubtful, shit, I spit a mouthful Indo out-do, intro to outro I'm
I done lost my best friend in Los Angeles My other nigga turned Evangelist But I can't quit cause I'm on some Evander shit Fuck the money and the white
Still gettin sued for money I ain't even make yet Without you girl I'm incomplete I can't lie ma I'm in too deep And yo I know we don't get to spend
One-Sixteen I was feelin 'em Them days kept a crisp cold dollar bill on 'em I lived it out -- special delivery I spit it out -- special delivery I sniffed
got a bond no one can break And I'm sayin', I pray to God every night we make it I'm hooked and I don't wanna shake you Yeah, I've been doin' a lot
couldn't last one minute long (OH THAT'S CRAZY) I'm like boy, don't you know I'm addictive? (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Admit this the lines that I spit is ridiculous
So you better use caution, knowin I'm the boss and I'm sittin on pyramids, flossin I don't really gotta talk son I can get lost and sit back livin off
I'm eight levels above you nigga I'll plug you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, ugly nigga (what y'all gonna do now?) I'm the wrong one to provoke And
too much grip to let her slip I'm so St. Louis, ask my tatooist I was like "The Waterboy," now they sayin, "YOU CAN DO IT!" I'm Baby Huey, one of the
got the real live shit Fuck y'all niggaz wanna do It's all fucked up now What I'ma do now, huh? What I'ma do now? It's all fucked up now
, if I had a gun I'd release slugs black and bust back See how these players love that, to the point where I can't take it, I'm a playa hater, I can't
playboy? Yeah, now I'm out here in Milan I need you to come get wit' me aight? Yeah, I got somethin', I need you to do Call up the rest of the crew, I
I doubled the pie Had a shorty and a girl who'd comin' out of BWI I hated algebra but I loved to multiply And I told my nigga Big I'd be multi before
do' wit they crew I went left and Puff went right, plus we had on all that ice I had a bald chick he had one too I had a mink on she had one too Hey
, hot, I'm talkin', this gone be somethin' now Mr. Cheeks, who, I'm talkin' lights, camera, action Okay, get down now, big dawg now one shot deal Yea, okay Now I'm
it to the ground like she ain't got manners Too much booty for one man to handle When all I need is a one night scandal And I?ma get buck in here! Damn
eight balls you rackin 'em up I'm big paper like pancakes stackin 'em up In fact I'm slappin' 'em up, Cadillac an' the truck I can't lose with twenty
I put cracks by the stroller, I'm registered voter, motherfucker quota Give some baking soda and a quota Man I flow straight up out the water I'm break