I ever told you I love you But nigga I do [Big Pokey] I miss my dog, wish I could kiss my dog When I heard you clocked out, I was pissed off dog I sit
I kept talkin' shit Motherfuck you damn shit head bitch I talk the shit 'til I'm old So motherfucker you bitch goddamn asshole I talk big shit, big spit I
know I got my pistol on me You try to jack me for my 'lac they gon' miss you homey I got my converse check, my pistol check My vest, plus I got VS1'
hesitate [KIM] Im warning you, for him I'll kill [KIM] The earth moves where I stand I feel the turning of a wheel I feel nothing in my hand Not
business, now I'm servin' 5 to 10 My old lady and he movin' in You been doin' my best friend Behind my back while I'm in da pen Screw both, screw both
So sweet, that I don't lose no sleep miss no meals, look how I eat without no deal Drink liquor like a pirate tongue, slick as a sailor I be in a pilot
of real sick dogs Running wild, crazy Sick in the head get out of hand daily Sick dogs got one screw missing Are you a pelon psyclone on a mission? Sick
cannot again return home razzamatazz, there's nothing on my shoulder, lust is a must, shaving my head's made me bolder, will you kindly read what
i was the one, ha realizing the deal Heaven done Turnin' to the east and all praise the sun Now they blast me but they all miss I do my 3D dance and remain
shit. I be mad, I ain't, I'm supposed to stop I can't because I'm in the hood politican, Impala liffin' And I keep a black .45 on the side of my prada
pentition I be mad, I ain't, I'm supposed to stop I can't because I'm in the hood politican, Impala ?? And I keep a black .45 on the side of my prada
still screwed up Trunk flexin like its bout to beat a dude up Fu-k the world I swear they fu-kin my mood up And the recession the people f-cking my food
even if you was ****** in your head its awful I know but I?m glad you done a disappearing act screw you how could I ever introduce anyone to you baby this my
I'm a go hard till I chip my fucking tooth In a fly murder four door of coof Yeah I get my paper yeah I get my bread I don't give a damn what you bitch
I'ma die and all that, but I feel like my time coming If I got it and you want it, you never gon want for nothing To my lil' brother Mikey, I know I be
pentition I be mad, I ain't, I'm supposed to stop I can't because I'm in the hood politican, Impala ??? And I keep a black .45 on the side of my prada
Sparks] I gotta snap on this one daddy!! [Peedi Crakk] Oh! Now clap for me mami... Just clap for me mami... [Freeway] I know a little bit I only know
