: Baby baby di you wanna drive my car cause i can't get the licence i'm just a superstar I got the black leather jacket an a basaball hat I don't look
' through your privates, Daddy Fat Sacks can I have your back, Naw Ooh!, you're Such a playa, Ohh! your Southern ball Got me scrawled out, in ya black
black joloppy I'm the shit The only one who ain't heard is Foxy Formalize a plan No man can stop me Ball all Stat quo Understand Ya copy? I
mayor and everybody there Grafitti on the lobby stairs kids with notty heads is greedy Soldiers small faces painted on the walls I was born to ball Rings you can't afford name a clothes line
a> [Method Man] Yo, Yo, I couldn't give a rat's ass I've come to eat grub and slap ass And show my whole entire black ass Y'all know the saying he
with mine I'm on the grind, I don't settle for mines, nigga With this track, a broad, with a pack, before I peddle a dime Line for line, whose the best
Me and my niggas at the bowling alley tripping cuz we all tore I reminisce and kinda laugh despite my pain Cuz they kicked us out for throwing balls in
When the rubber band pops from the top of them stacks Mami drop them tops 'fore them dollars go back in my pocket or the trunk of the black Impala where
no devils Word up Word up yo Muthafuckers gettin' hurt up yo Straight murder yo Bushot da beady eyed MC In da back of me is the black ruby Listen to
temple To make things simple, my existance is a ripple through time Only concerned with what is mine, divine Never monkeyshine, walkin down a very thin line
no love So bizarre, drownin' in a lake called "Hate" Shaka Loc and Nefarious without a debate [X-Raided] Right before I bark like a mastie With lines
you stay with em then y'all in the same boat Deep water Carter fishin for a dollar You can join the sail and I'm splitting your tomato Ball cause I gotta
BASKET, then steal da ball back, hold it for ransom, it's more then a game, this is a passion, been an All-Star, been a Champion, free throw line, u
da one only read between da line, If you can't boy, read ma nine, I'm goin hard in da black white diesel time, Either I'm da illest cat doin' it or these
my click be sizzlin hot steamin Bouncin' through diamonds high beamin' [Wayne] Wha I'ma flosser baby, baller baby A fifteen year old shot caller baby And I'm racin through In the all black
what) I bust tha three-six until tha damn drum bust (what) I hit tha hood, (I hit tha hood) be up in all black, (be in all black) numb-nut I run up in
a boss! Suck my own dick! Like a boss! Eat some chicken strips! Like a boss! Chop my balls off! Like a boss! Black-out in the sewer! Like a boss! Meet