's fizzling sprite Brown do the belly nice No coca cola, I don't drink soda Black beenie nigga, like a fucking smoker They say I'm bout to blow up like super
the rain fall down, hard and heavy dark black like dirt but it will burn severly you can call it the body of the lotus, hand of the magical super unatural
bitches that's always bitchin' Love to kick beats, rock rhymes on occasion Down with the niggaz that the hoes keep pagin' Gimme, gimme, gimme my gin and super
forty Mexicans sippin' on Peyote In an all black Toyota, W's on the grill, wheel and the motor Headin? to North Dakota With the cocaine plus the bakin? soda
la esquina bebiendo una soda o leyendo rayuela lo que me pasa a mi uehei, acomodate Magdalena le pasa a el que ahora vengo Super-Nintendo me pasa
and up, and that's for sure So when you're done or you're bored with your stupid zero Contact me and I'll save you like a super hero Please your needs
to Barcelona with Fiona and Iona Floakin' wit a pound of home growna One a dem gal a rub pon my shoulder One a pour a club soda, plus I like di flight
Bermuda I got my six shooter watch for the hoota I'm quick on attack, just like the baracuda Got a belly like a buddah the pussy intruder The "S" on my chest stands for Super
Fresh) [Chorus: Mannie Fresh] Lexus, Benz, Impala's wit' the top down drivin' careless Swervin' through from left to right, and I'm dressed so super
blow in these beats Got diareah flow, now I shit on niggaz Even when I'm constipated I still shit on niggaz (let's get it on) Got some Super Friends in
I heard you talk bout other niggas Them other nigga no matter The tag team back bitch, boom shakalaka Me and Weezy run this bitch so bring me one soda
and laughed in my face, Cause he knows I'm goin' from first to last place. So I'm makin out another commissary list, Stamped envelopes, soups, oatmeal and tuna fish. Soda
the front of the car We in the club, running up a fat run at the bar Puffing plex, anybody get a punch to the jaw No soda water, got a pint doing it raw
I think she loves me, but it all depends Hey baby, I don't wanna be your Superman I just wanna be your man and I'll be super, baby You'll be standin
now ray j fuckin whitney and bobby with superhead call nas tellem hiphop is super dead I had to fall backtry to desolve rap mix a classic with backin soda
e la mia super car e ne soldi ne successo cambieranno mai che me la sciallo sulla base come Magnum p.i. sulla Ferrari dentro al blues come la soda
One, two You know what to do Alright mm, c'mon I'm uptight, super-gutted Out of the frame I shake my leg on the ground Like an epileptic battery
in that bitch face and tell her Ghost said, "Take your clothes off!" {"one"} [Ghostface] Aiyyo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies Fifty cent sodas