I may be a mean fellow ?Cause I didn't give a damn about the dog Old Yeller But I love my brother (And I love him back) I wish people of the world could
Don't even fuckin' tryin' to say a fly rhyme I'm holdin' possessions you don't own And your cellular phone don't even fuckin' roam Y'all got the nerve
whack, you lack the act I come with what attacks, don't counter contracts I stay packed with fly tracks Flavors everywhere, I dare you to try and fly
your knees Swim or fly, only please, come back to me On a mule, in a jet With your hair in a net In a towel when you're wet I don't care, this is where
I'd been foolish 'Cause I couldn't even help you No, I couldn't even fly. And I got so very frightened 'Cause I knew I had to save you. No one else
Your hand shake so much it shows up on the Richter scale I made the huskiest niggas look like they had sickle cell I don't just sell bricks, dog I got
lot to be number one I can't walk down the street without my gun I can't trust these niggas fool It ain't no fun I'm sittin' up in court 'cause somebody
It's alright, I ain't that upright I don't need a psychic 'cause I don't really like it When someone tries to tell me just what my future holds I already
wasn't the whole entourage on HBO Then after that, I tell her, I can't do much with you, shawty! I just found out I could fly to Dubai and hire buffy
Can't compete with me mayne Especially When I pull up in that candy red (54's on the dash sittin' next to Lil Wayne) I'm a beast I'm a dog Yeah, Yeah
Iron Lung breath Ghostface Kill', U-G I'll Deck so real, Dr. Ason Unique, the medic Ahh, Allah Just, The Abbott, ya'll niggas can't forget it You might
was runnin out, I was plantin my seeds Homegrown, backyard boogie, I'm still stoned Got my weed plants taller than your telephone's corner I can remember when I
out It's still Dre Day nigga, A.K. nigga Though I've grown a lot, can't keep it home a lot Cause when I frequent the spots that I'm known to rock You
Dr. Strange See I'm S.V.the S.D. who gonna stop my reign? [Curren$y:] I think I'm Cheech, I think I'm Chong I got my Weed, I got my Bong Livin in the
poision commuion wine People can't stomache my blessings In a battle session I can blow out daylight Cause I'm like Shakesphere retired I never playwrite
here grindin') I ain't spitting nothing with nobody homie I gotta gimme me (Cause I'm out here grindin') I ain't slipping 8 days I can go for 8 weeks
you do (Come test Sir Fly, I) Can't even imagine that in my mind's eye 100% deep inside your area Wherever I go I roll Protected like the pope minus
t wanna have to diss ya Canabis, where the fuck you at? I miss ya! [Chorus] Can-i-bitch, oh Can-i-bitch Where for art thou Can-i-bitch? Please tell me