Kev touchdown like the endzone Snap, Valet man park the Ento Without a scratch, and it's a fact The rap game was locked, Until I broke the latch Please, remember the name K-Fed
K-Federline, Bosko We got 'em on this one due And they say I'm crazy For loving you For feeling you And maybe I'm a little crazy But they don't know
the air and the room keep spinnin, body keep sweatin, 1, 2, steppin, eyes in the low but i like this feelin, and im F**k'd up, im F**k'd up. my wrist
My wrist game is one of a kind Patek Philippe worth 100K My work schedule out on the block It's mash all night and grind all day No 401K for a hustler
felons Here we go, here we go, here we go, here we go, it's a must I get my do' It's a must I move this snow, befo' the FED's kick in my do' Crack is
-to-coast shows, pimps playas and pros A 9 I pack, dedicated to stack Smokin' weed sippin' serve movin' ounces of crack The shit gone hit the Fed and
nigga There ain't nothing to see because I'm not in yo vision On and I'm gone get fed up one day Put lead up in the K Come and hit up where ya stay so
need some shoes Times are getting hard Guess what I'ma do Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Closed mouths don't get fed
the statue of liberty back to France in a body bag Broke it in half, you fucking fag Introduce you to this mack, come on, meet this A.K Whatever gun
we letting it ride So many died, I ain't never been the one for that So now I travel everywhere with mack mack mack I crack heads till I'm fed, and I
[Verse 1] Im from a place where them niggas dont talk a lot License suspended so we walk a lot Always been a thug since i was a young cat Breast fed
looking, for ya - high and low, nigga I'm searchin' 11 deep in the new Ford Excursion Me and my nigga P. - brother D's on weed Bet should re-infact, k
like and then lick it out? We don't need to look at a town, we rip 'em off My wrist folded, forget how much tip costs Buy a hundred K, I don't wanna
Ballin' out at anytime, at any store an' spill a G I wanna ball in' the Bahamas courtesy of K.T. MacBoney gotta mill but it's dolla D.P. A.K. house
It's a daily thing for Black Sheep my friend Yo driver pull over I need my midday Heineken About, to put, no doubt, you wish Clockin from a corner whle you're eating a k
Bleedin' all crazy and don't know where you hit at I'm dead up, niggas doin' drama better shut up, I'm fed up Know for my Roley I was set up I can
ever set out or will you just die?? (Probably die) I don't care anymore or even want to try. Trailer park bred, fast food fed, Forever K-Mart shopping
I'm damned if I do and damned if I don't Holla f**k the world with my chest full of smoke I choke on my breakfast, the end of my necklace Say Dopehouse