up 'fore I blast and banned from T.V. your ass With no mask, look at the camera like what? Yeah I did it like them sick white boys the court committed
is full of people But you can't see them unless you want to Lying in the hay on a hot sunny day Everyone's happy so no-one's gay Laughter from the children
the W Eight, Chilly Chill, and DJ Crazy Toons Sic brothers out to get paid cause Nowadays you got to go for yourself or go broke I'm living day by day
the way out Collins Avenue Well it's very, very fine Very, very special Very Gee, I love Miami It's so nice and hot And every building's so pretty and white
a cocaine cowboy, wait-wait Did I just go almost four bars without talking about my big dick? The other day me and your thick bitch had a great day and
ass, of your jewels, right here Man and I'ma say this one time, now get this clear Man you can catch a hot one like outta no where A beautiful day,
was out of gas Ripped this old lady, hung her neck by a hook Didn't realize it was my grandmother 'til I checked her pocketbook Fuckin' with the white
Verse 1: Ma$e (with Lil Jon in back round)] Yo yo yo yo its deja vu And the day ya'll do (Wus up!) It'll be the day ya'll bleed Wrist minus 80 degrees
Check it out Here I am in the place where I 'com let go But Miami the place and the sun set low Everyday like a Mardi gras everybody party all day No
make a lotta moments last 'Cause the moments turn to minutes and the minutes move so fast Before you even know it you're living in the past People are always acting too hot
I used to play the bleachers before I had a deal Now a nigga gettin burnt, just imagine how that feel Mmm, ill, fantastic Flip rhymes, flip beats, nigga jamnastics Your style hot
the hollow tip laces fresh white tee yellow rocks in my necklace real gangsters drink 40 ounces for breakfast i eat fat burgers three times a day so
words, United States, no love, no brakes Low brow, high stakes, crack smoke, black folks Big Macs, fat folks, ecstasy capsules Presidential scandals, everybody move Two words, Mos Def, K West, hot
the-R-the-O-the-O-K L-Y-N is the place where I stay The B-to-the-R-the-O-the-O-K Place where I rest is on my born day Bust it, sometimes I sit back and
cold, deliver it lady My flow is limited, pray me some craze, whispering "Stay on ya toes villains, it's Grae and your day's whittling!" (hey) Blistering
tits And from this day forward, Crooked is aging backwards Gettin younger and fresher, puttin bums under some pressure Yes sir! Watch the next Slaughterhouse album Every line is white
it apart Seen the rollers roll up wit ribbons I seen a repoe, resolded, then redriven So when I reload, he holds number one positions When you hot, I'm hot