appealing Body revealing and big wheeling This shit is illin, I don't like it Fuck it, I can't fight it I reaching for the cordless to call Miss I insist
the army, the U.S. Navy And tell Slim, I was raised on Cash Money They can't kick me outta shit, I ain't Dame Dash, dummies I'm the gang rapper on a
noodles, I got more ziti to bake You dudes is cake, I keep two biscuits on the waist Razor blades under the tongue, I will eat your face Appetite for destruction, I am
(Background Talking) (I know, I know but I gotta get up outta here, you know, I gotta go pay these bills, I got a show to do, you know?) One time
the army, the U.S. Navy And tell Slim, I was raised on Cash Money They can't kick me outta shit, I ain't Dame Dash, dummies I'm the gang rapper on a regular
I get a level, can I get a cue? Can I get some volume, can I get some room? Can I break it down, yep, I think I can Can I be the man, my song's about
dash I come through in a two-thousand-fo' Chicks holla out, "UH-OH!" like I'm Nelly Yo, I come with the real front page Like Dame did, homeboy in "Backstage
Jaw dismantle face piece You made out the Herd the scene My Murder One Team, Something's best untold Crime Related - I am who I am so fuck it if son
Can I get a level, can I get a cue? Can I get some volume, can I get some room? Can I break it down, yep, I think I can Can I be the man, my song's about