suck at rapin yo Is fat, bald men decided to write songs And teach Mouseketeers to sing I'll stick Britney Spears in a room full of mirrors So she gets
twistin & pullin Im like shorty help me (come on) Help me (please) don't blow my high, cause I'm too horny She giggles and gives a horny smile... so
I'm so, so Player Taylor made, that's a no, no Sure it a aftermath, but I ain't a doctor Squad full of BG's, city full of them choppas Way more game
platinum, they?re probably that gold Buckhead bouncing, move a little ounces Talking out loud, but I ain't low Wait for the day that Bubba can't blow And get them fo?sho, bitch can?t blow
you left to be grown on your own Now deep down inside, you're his little girl Gotta swallow his pride 'cause you're his little girl Wouldn't be so bad
the Cuban, to build a fuckin' fort Caught up in somethin' that I cant control Tryna get a hold of a bankroll, lets role Catch bodies like a cold, and I stay slick so
low Get you some blow, get it for the nose Get it for the show, get it for the hoes Four wheeler cranked up Gas tank on the ATV Is full of that crank
like I was Jackie Chan or Jackie chane pull back and bang I'm droppin change with a hand full of thoughts like I had a second brain so go head and take
in the rear seat'. (Chorus Begin) Sometimes I feel so alone, I just don't know, feels like I been down this road before. So lonely and cold, it's like
with you So here's a penny for your thoughts But it won't buy you a chesseburger, although a nickle might just get you one pickle Fuck it, its official so blow
lose, it's a heartbreak The deck's stacked So put your foot to the floor And darling don't look back We're making night tracks through the blazing rain Blowin
I got 36 ounces Fish Scale Entree Newspaper on the floor I break it down bag it up Hit the hood sew it up Hit the kitchen blow it up 18 wheelers full
, after school, fuck, hide the mail So get down, come on and bust a move Delite, Daddy o and Fru' are out to rule As you some the fun, who are second to none So
my pops because he told those But there's a time to break necks and throw bolos Be a cold bro and throw low blows When you want to close the shows of
rove, got a mouth full a gold And I love these hoes Niggas wearing Rolexes Spendin 50 or better till coming back from Texas Bustin leafs and leather Got a hummer full
jams like syringes My technique alone blows doors straight off the hinges Masked Avenger, I appear to blow your ear like wind With a freestyle, sharper than the Indian spear So
One: Boldly go only to sew the block up,lock shit down, Mama told me you's the giant Pump out the nose cold,crimewave,host em, baratone throne So
Laid back puffin' on a pound of that cheeba While I'm listenin' to the sounds of The Dealer I was a unknown, yeah, now I'm full blown, yeah I had no