spit on that cat This yellow love nigga fuckin' with a rich cat My shit now, 5 feet 6, with a crisp hat plush Throwin' down on thirty bricks, niggaz
*** Disrespect *** Like a *** Me, I always have, so I never go for self Had thousand dollar bills with Teddy Roosevelt Better slow down, tellin' you now, *** Kick your door down
1999 Beatnuts, Dead Prez Every time I look around, I see so much drama goin' down Every time I look around, I see so much fakeness goin' down Why I'
enough to soak the sky pourin out of both your eyes cross your legs and hope to die sketch artist...... ...........what??........ ........noo? nowww ii feel like goin out ive got enough
belt Me, I always had, so I never go for self Had thousand dollar bills with Teddy Roosevelt Better slow down, tellin' you now, put the dough down Kick your door down
inner child Never needed internet, no Wi-Fi I've seen enough porn keep that window minimized When I was a young guy I would chase your daughter Never
a ruddy great swimming pool You say you got a lot of things I never had, that's true But are you happy Are you happy Are you happy When you get right down
bursted curse But I don't confide wine and water chose me Bored, lasso down Polaris, let the glow amuse me OK I lay me down to sleep, creepin' a slumber
lectured all the pledges I never really knew the true definition of precious Till my angel wit the beautiful red locks gave me the message I'm a fully
Hold you down, down, hold you down Down, hold you down, hold you down When it come to teks, I'm similar to a menace My ol' dog sniffin' caine couldn'
t scuff nor scuffle just grin as I walk by Take time to rhyme for a girl I hear talk fly Down some Papaya down with the revolution Always wear my goggles
on my team Never should you ever try to fuck wit my cream I O.D. when my shit get all in your bloodstream Everytime we be ripping it be blowing it down
at will Eyes open, wide awake, y'all keep your eyes peeled I never ratted, just rat-a-tat-tatted Fully automatic, you're whole aura shattered I got beats and rhymes, either or it never
they even leave their hangars And I'm sick enough to pull a con/Kahn job like Genghis I weave tales of war, legend and folklore Things will never be
bite. I wanna lick ya, stick ya, ride ya like my motorbike tonight. Who's down to fuck tonight? WooooOOoohh Tonight, tonight, tonight. Who's down
, i wanna lick your stick and ride ya like my mottorbike tonight, who's down to fuck tonight.....tonight tonight tonight, who's down to fuck tonight
whipe down think for a little for a minute cuz the hype has died down. that i wont go into the oval office right now and flip what ever aint tied down upside down
the bastards Popped by the blasters Fully automatic All up in ya Still I continue To serve niggas on the menu Fill up the venue Geto boys sellin' it down