Well you broke all of my mirrors but i sure as hell can smoke and it's all i've got to prove this isn't just an inside joke we've rhymed and reasoned
with your smirk on Night-night lights, dim it down, get your mirk on Later I see you in hell, get your bird on Filled with embalming fluid, get your serve
she want me to carry her home now? So does she want me to buy her things? On my house, on my job On my loot, shoes, my shirt, my crew, my mind My father
old-ass E.T. shirt on my back And I'm sleeping in the gutter Right next to Jam Town's mother I'm eating dead rats in the street I keep on checking
obituaries face up God bless you for your pennies collect your spoils of war Spoils himself with a meal he paid a quarter for He's sorta short on... Can
minutes, Dungeon Family you're on Six minutes, six minutes Six minutes, Dungeon Family you're on [Witchdoctor] Fine lil' mama, my home gon' be a palace Laid out like a salad, keep
want me to carry her home now? (Oooh) So does she want me to buy her things? On my house, on my job On my loot, shoes, my shirt, My crew, my mind, my
double up (One on each arm) And you know I'm bout to double up (I keep one on each arm) Double up [Verse 2:] Pimpin don't stop when I walk up in the
light it up Say light it, roll it, light it up Say roll it, light it, light it up Say roll it, light it, smoke it up Say roll it, light it, smoke it up
nigga Hold up "W" get throw up when I role up And the ho's that stroll up Get the ho's that I ?? So what's the hold up Since I showed up I sew up: the
dim the lights, I?m fin to hit you up right No cost, let me take your long T-shirt off Naw, keep it on, one last look before I start this love jones One
hoes wobble like a bridge in a earthquake Never see me out 'cause I live in my workplace I'll give you the business so button up your shirt straight
your fur I know exactly where You'd like me to touch you So I'ma feel up on it, touch up on it Kiss up on it, rub up on it I know that you need my
your pants, take off your shirt Take off your bra, take off your thongs Girl, it's your birthday, leave your heels on Can we do it with your heels on
it, light it up Say light it, roll it, light it up Say roll it, light it, light it up Say roll it, light it, smoke it up Say roll it, light it, smoke it up
your smirk on Night, night lights, dim it down, get your mirk on Later I see you in hell, get your bird on Filled with embalming fluid, get your serve
Everyday I get up And drag myself out of bed While you're still sleeping On your tummy With your long legs spread Call me a copy cat Dressed Kiss you