in One Tweezy Sunday, gettin me some sleep please!!! I'm on my way to the Dec to hit Jazzy Tee's, holla! (FlipBoy) Aiyyo, i'm from Montreal man, representin
opened, damn it was my cousin Getting offa work dressed up no lie Tux cummerbund and a black bow tie I was like hey, "Who is it", me "Oh what's up man
don't mind when I call her Leslie She's gotta dress with class And Jean Paul Gaultier and a Hermes bag And four inch tips made of ostrich Sharp enough
money Overseas nigga, you don't want none I'm a gangster, man I'll take over your corner dressed in a suit And niggaz wanna reach I lean and sharp shoot
Run you ragged, torn and Jagged Sharp tongued, ripped and ragged Couldn't find the party line Gee whiz, it's happy time Mirror, mirror, reflects me hazy
yin-yang, you talkin' behind my back Mr. Hood Critics, You're all on my dick hun, Get one, lick one, Shit son, talk about me? Jealous man, you're done
scale beam The color of the benz same color whip cream Fly away, cologne fills up your hallway And I'm a strike it on the I-180 south like all day I dress sharp
territory. RIFF: [innocently] I'm gonna make nice there! I'm only gonna challenge him. A-RAB: Great, Daddy-O! RIFF: So everybody dress up sweet and sharp
custom order bra First I call the jeweler up, then I call the coroner My car is foreigner, my bitch is from Florida I killed the pussy last night so now her man
Once again 'gain Ya, ya adrenaline Yo I'm in the eye of the storm, where the pressure's on And MC's is dressed funny like a leprechaun I chop rappers
My man threw you up in a fiend no contest Dunn I'm bless and knew a devil in a blue dress Dunn I'm bless and you a devil in a blue dress Verse one:
quot;i gotta get mine, I gotta get cash" Verse 2: I need that cream split and I've seen Enough cowboy movies to know a white man's hand shake don
people who had loved and lived May had done things that they wished they never did Sometimes in life got bored and sad May have been gay and dressed
and personal Ain't nuttin' dull about this, sharp like Swiss precision My every move from the door Terran escortin' us to V.I.P., we live in D.C. Shoestring dress
up the jams like syringes My technique alone blows doors straight off the hinges Masked Avenger, I appear to blow your ear like wind With a freestyle, sharper
From the chest to your man Danze Staten Island, said what up, yo The homey ODB said what up, though We got the Chef on deck as if you didn't know It's sharp
a psycho! on my way, can't you see! Veins are really pulsing, blood is boiling thin. Air is the pollution of the state I'm in. My brain ultra sharp, a fully powered up man