flow like paper bag tsunamis I take shit, lumberjacks and Tommy's Niggaz passing out bombs like Culpepper, so I pass behind 'em My black glove, black mask
beatin for, ha? [Intro] + (B.G.) Yeaaaaaaaaaaahhh! (Uhh, deez niggaz scarred) What's up ladies and gentlemen? (Deez bitch niggaz scared) Boys and girls
Aint This About A Bitch This Nigga Actin All Tough, Like He Somebody Special And Cant Get His Ass Bust, I Call A Little Meetin Have Them Niggas Mask Up
ain't scared to blast When you got dat iron wit ya Do ya twerk it fast You acts a fool You got ya ski mask And ya solja rag Look... You ready to blow
type, you need a dyke, babygirl I see the light But sometime y'all get crimey crimey, grimy grimy But those with a tiny hiney they get whiny whiny So guard your girl
you betrayed me with your touch, I'd just about convinced myself that nothin' had changed that much. The old Rounder in the iron mask slipped me the
when you betrayed me with your touch, I'd just about convinced myself that nothin' had changed that much. The old Rounder in the iron mask slipped me
Countless christian prayers etched in reverse mask the stone walls of this decrepit church in hooded black vestments the cult stands in rows as goats
schemin' ass niggas Niggas be lookin' to come up don't even run up I'm gettin' amp and chillin' wit Vamp Lil' Creature and Tyron be quick to slang dat iron
have missed it, scientist I invent this iron shit from my environment, 545 [????] Drive whips, chromed-out mobile phones, roam south Jonesed out, girls
like paper bag tsunamis I take shit, lumberjacks and Tommy's Niggaz passing out bombs like Culpepper, so I pass behind 'em My black glove, black mask