Girls jock me, crowds clock me While rap artists peer's cock block me But if there a rapper that think that he's better than me Bring it on, step to me Step to me
bow down to the row Fuckin' me, now I'm fuckin' you, little hoe Oh, don't think I forgot, let you slide Let me ride, just another homicide Yeah it's me
[Lil' Wayne] Uh, Fiji water granddaddy purp, Excuse me I let the semi-automatic burp, Blood game muthafucka call me red alert, Young Carter kill in order
as Kujo Fuck around with Dog and get slammed like a sumo "Waitin to Exhale" like Whitney, you can't get wit me I wanna see that nigga from Uptown, who bit me
power you, me, Tical A bad motherfucking Buddha monk, what the fuck Hit your chest, like cardiac arrest, blow the front Out the frame, hit the pussycat for the pain Of the dog
Nigga bow down to the row Fuckin me, now I'm fuckin you, little hoe Oh, don't think I forgot, let you slide Let me ride, just another homicide Yeah it
the silver shine 'Cause she thought she was fine She winked at me, I thought it was fine This nigga poutin', this hoe was mine I had the alcohol in me
to the row Fuckin me, now I'm fuckin you, little ho Oh, don't think I forgot, let you slide Let me ride, just another homicide Yeah it's me so i'ma talk
it? Yo Tim Dog, ? [Tim Dog] Aight [Ced Gee] We gonna, yeah we gonna get out of here man It's on you, kick it my brother [Tim Dog] Ahhhhhhhhh shit, call me
chorus line, it's a chorus line Yo, Tim Dog, bust your rhyme Yo, man it's the man himself The motherfuckin' illegal alien one Yo comin' up next is Tim Dog Yo, Dog
dem skateboy shneaka's Got my Nike's on cause they are real sneaka's Van's aint shoes they toe-nail stickers o I think they hate me when they saw me
[Verse 1:] Uh, Fiji water granddaddy purp Excuse me I let the semiautomatic burp Blood game mothafucka call me red alert Young Carter kill in order, who
the row Fuckin me, now I'm fuckin you, little ho Oh, don't think I forgot, let you slide Let me ride, just another homicide Yeah it's me so I'ma talk
me, you shoulda stayed the hell out the industry, cause that means you're jockin me Your sweating me, getting me, telling me, you're not ahead of me But
, Me-Tical A bad motherfucking buddah monk, what the fuck hit your chest, like cardiac arrest, blow the front out the frame, hit the pussycat for the pain of the dog
Shoes Dem Skateboy Shneaka's Got My Nike's On Cause They Are Real Sneaka's Van's Aint Shoes They Toe-Nail Stickers O I Think They Hate Me When They Saw Me
