to nut, she got on top of me I heard a (*shot*) now what the fuck? somebody shot at me I took a look, the girl was cooked, her head exploded Reached for the uzi at
ha ha, Digi, yo, yo When I was young, I slept with a battery on my tongue So when I spit, the impact with the sting of a stun gun At full blast, rock
Cream Man) Mr. Ice Cream Man (Mr. Ice Cream Man) Mr. Ice Cream Man (Mr. Ice Cream Man) Hit the blocks dressed in white with some baggy girbaud's A pocket full
Man) Mr. Ice Cream Man (Mr. Ice Cream Man) Mr. Ice Cream Man (Mr. Ice Cream Man) Hit the blocks dressed in white with some baggy girbaud's A pocket full
ghost town Said tonight was time but where your gat? Niggas get wild when they hear botty-at, booty-at You bitches tryin' to pussy-pop Dealin' herb, slung tapes ten dollas a rock
nigga I'm me nigga [Verse 2:] Big dick, bitch, big balls We the kind that supply the rock like Chris Paul The same kind that aim 9's, insane conscious Then we get rid of +The Rock
got to be a scripture So look at me like I'm a prophet on top of the game Puttin money in my pocket for the way a nigga rock it And I bet if I'ma cock
hate us Coz we be the super friendz movie makers (once in a while!) I used to have trap, but keep it full of paper But now I got a pocket full of papers
our flyers on Did my first show when I was sixteen It's still part of my scheme J holdin out a drive-thru window at Burger King to support our dreams
Til we took they shit, now its time to floss 22 year old 17 war vet Life in the fast-lane, little red corvette Little red handkerchief, hangin out the right side Back pocket
that country ass twang Dropped "Tell Me Something Good" took off and went live Shit, next thing you know we was signing to Jive Dropped "Too Hard to Swallow" "A Pocket Full
sayin the same thing [Chorus x4: Chamillionaire] They say it's lonely (they say it's lonely), lonely at the top (top) Lonely at the top (top), lonely at
lonely at the top But it's next to crowed at the bottom Tha's why I always keep my pistol cocked In case I gotta stop em' ... Trunk full of slap Hollerin' at em' back Pocket full
] Now at the gates wide open It is I who they runnin' from Little with the ill, cross over like I resentin' to kay my way and I'm the first to rock First
Hair nappy but I'm happy pocket full of dough From the C-O representin' So So The girls recognize and these {niggas} do too I'm the flyest thing walkin
Babe, I?m on fire The general with his tank says it The man at the bank says it The soldier with his rocket And the mouse in my pocket says Babe