sixes With hello kitty seats Drop it low if you got dunk in the trunk girl (Chorus) She's explosive I'm not afraid to let her know it I'm never gonna
stacked I'm gritty, I wouldn't love in a tennis match I don't like to sign autographs half the time I scribble my name and draw a jackass design Calvin
records sell like that then [Jo-Jo] I don't wanna be rude babe, but you really turn me on I don't wanna be cool baby, as if I told ya what I want They
explosion Then I'm coastin' (What ya doin' nigga?) Runnin' from the scene wit the ghost like Moses I gotta let 'em know If they mess wit the Dangerous they always know
I moved to Atlanta, so you figured I was through seen me in The Source talked about retiring Trying to get payed nigga, I was lying Thinking I'm washed
I must be hungry 'Cause I go crazy Over your leather boots Now baby I know That's not normal But I love you I love you I love you Sweet sixteen
mountain i can't climb There's no tower too high, No plane that i can't learn how to fly What do i gotta do to get through to you, destroy you There
you know a flower that grow in the ghetto Know more about survival than the one from fresh meadows It got love for the sun, that's where I'm coming from
license to kill - is probably suspended, [gunshot] UHHH! - I'm fly! Feeling like I got wings and I'm in the air I miss my flight tell the pilot I said I
He's equipped with gats And more artillery than what I had before Take explosives Slow act to ask Leave shit stains On the game After I pass womb But I
i know i really cant read write im strangled by animosity from my own people baby its hard to be nice my face is frowned up everywhere i go and i cant
I'm outta control, the music seems At times I act intolerable Don't try to swallow it whole, take it piece by piece I rip you limb by limb 'cause I'm
- blast But the fact is you don't know the half, Closin' the caskets on your sound an' takin' over with a total package [Prevail] Bolted and welded, I know
, she salt-water trout Al Deuce dug her back out, inside the dugout Heard the pussy was good, big niggaz fell victim Mentally stripped 'em one God turned Christian She know
At the holy city of Mecca, great fan of Colon Crazy ammo get blown wherever I sit, son That is my throne (You know how we do it) Aiyo, pop, pop, pop,
attack, once I start to rap I'm a vocalist, nigga, supposed to rip Last poet's told me this, hit ya in ya head wit my explosive fist Then I finish ya
in the moment of most Runnin in churches with my gun, I'm nervous Disrupt the service, ask the pastor, "Where do I worship?" My life is worthless, I done
punishment of enemies. [killah priest] I give a fake rapper a heart attack, once I start to rap I'm a vocalist, nigga, I'm supposed to rip Last poet'