own rock band, it's got to jump off, it's real black hardcore Band called Bodycount, and a, on some of the records I'm like layin' Some vocals on it
't mean to critique on your seduction technique B-b-but your money's not impressing me, it's kinda weak That you really think you're gonna get my rocks
plain M&M's with no nuts Won't show up face-to-face straight bitch made Like puppies on the nipples of a mutt Address it on a case-by-case basis like
, radio, prison even the TV All askin' me tah spit the meaning of B U N B Well, let's see I'm broader than Broadway, rollin' Brahma's on Broadway Got your bawd out on
show you where the pot is Cherry M3s with the top back Red and green G's all on my hat North Beach leathers, matchin' Gucci sweater Gucci sneaks on to
like me need the head lay on From bad ass bitches who prefer red bones Rock microphones, later count G's Could always spot a rat chasin' niggas with cheese Please, put it on
Gets my smob on, gets my mob on And niggas be talkin' the shit, but yo I'm quick to get my rob on 'Cause peelin' your cap will put my dick on swoll
your soul, inspiration for your life every dime made in his life more disastrous help my young n-ggas see my way through the bachelors while my old b-
grade L.L. told me to, "Rock the Bells" NWA said, "Fuck the Police," now I'm in jail Ninety three was strictly R and B Fucked up haircut, listened to
Who Dat On That New Track Wit That Rap Reclined Backwards I Knew That It Was You But Matta Fact Don't Mind Asking Cooling On Em Moving On Em My Shooters On Em Show
' with the live stuff Suliman the Bronx Ripper on the live puff V Love, that's my money like dominoes Brooklyn do keep it rocking till the sun shows
the young don on the mic goin long. I cant fall off, i represent the south. I spent 20,000 on my motha fuckin mouth. Now my rocks glow, 30 for a show
come up and swang, or chop up on some blades I keep a tight fade, you know Im always on my paper chase, always get my green, always on my lean, me and
to tell the people that the legends are back, yeah [Slim Thug] It's Slim Thug showing H-Town love Used to hit the club on dubs, acting bad on scrubs
dawg, I'm light but I'm heavy Yellow lemonheads in the bezzie of the presi' And yeah, anybody'ca rock but D-Block rock steady (D-Block!) FED's don't need
, rock diamond shits Based on a general's fist of fury Neck, arm, money, all of that's crispy jewelry Let me show you how I G ride, Nina on both sides
B O T S) Like the dude from Chappelle's show (F L O B O T S) Let it rip like Velcro (Move, F L O B O T S) We spit non-typical flows like this (F L O
down, I go up as I blow up cause I got this O.M.B. rhyme you can't defuse Yeahhh, here to rock all of you rockers When I carry the ball, I stay be-hind
