'm a (?) And she smiled like the Cheshire cat lookin like China statue Man it was super stacked Man she worked the tricks for super scratch And she talked them outta super
old man handed down Could be something you built on your own Everybody got something he calls home When the cowboys and Arabs draw down On each other
the crown I smoke a million Swisher bluntsand I ain't never coming down Bitch you ain't no Barbie I see you work at Arby's Number 2, super-sized Hurry
[Chorus: Lil' Kal + possibly others] It's my country, you can say what you, wanna say about me But at the end of the day I'll be countin my mo-ney It'
the scrotum I was that brother ripped a hole in my daddy's rubber Swan dived into my mother left behind a thousand others Caught one cat sittin' in the
I was born in the Boogie Down cat scan Where my building fell down on the rats and People sorta super wanna trip to the penile While I settle off the
mental instrumental I continue with. My song yeah we've got jumping jerks with no understandings of The east coast stomp. fam understand. Several other
dont play Lay you on your back so you can let the doctor operate Loc can give a bone, Loc can make her moan Give the cat a treat now watch the cat come
All the things that I got, yo Is shit I worked hard for Life in the metro's so cold Repeat 1 [gangsta boo] I'm on some other type shit I'm on some crazy
How 'my complain, na? When I'm as pretty as my father? And he got 60 hoes (60 hoes?) That know each other (Yeah) Yo, I'm the problem niggas got, but
some lyrics make them run like a super car When you know where I'm at, your fatter than fat 'Cause help me God if I ain't the cool cat Unequal, it's
turns, I wonder with concern The time we'll meet and complete each other words I'm kidding, but who says fantasies forbidden See I'm the type of cat,
came to a punch line, Was waiting for refreshments at the prom in '89 I'm super crafty, super nasty, super rhaspy Fuckin' bitches with super asscheeks
One helicopter had the super bungalo with the van All ill technology to watch if I ran, he only gave me Woody gave sixty eight other black mans [Interlude
deny it stupid you will feel what I do, I do it well shooting from the hip, yeah boy shoot to kill half a breath left on my death bed screaming F that yeah super
sac, like they do a running-back She just keep on coming back so I'm a call her thunder cat Thunder cat, whole other rappers they just kinda throwed I be super
I knew this kid named Alberto Funny style cat and his girl looked like a turtle Not Lisa Turtle, just a turtle High school track he ran the hurdle His
mother land Rippin' on that steering wheel, passenger's a duffel bag Hundred in the louie, don't confuse me with that other cat Engine in the truck jack, pushin like a super