She doesn't talk about love, but I can see it in her eyes She doesn't talk about faith, but she's got me hypnotized She's a beautiful girl, but she cries
on through Fed-Ex, overnight loving Sex, me and you rubbin' A telegram of a different kind I'ma taste your body and seduce your mind Lick your envelope bend behind Put my stamp
meant to be There's no blankets for the winter There's no oil in the lamp And I'd like to write my congressman But I can't afford the stamp You want
the last page, flipped right fast and what do I see? A picture of my big white ass Okay, let me give you motherfuckers some help: uhh, here - DOUBLE XL, DOUBLE
sick of these jabber jaws and crap that grab at yours And savage yours to bite like Labradors! In the range of my double-barrel And your like is in danger
just How you get down Wrist on freeze Toting ice box Rollin now Me and my crew 20 inch blades Double R gots It's your life Run your own game Know your
for they make it to mine I want you both shorty (oh) go get it crunk shorty (oh) I see your A-T-L stamp and go' head and stomp shorty (oh) I got that
the Acnalbasac Noom. His cover was broken somewhere In Hoboken - the man said his Case was lost. He was sent to the Orient, a double agent double crossed
the mic controller, clip reloader Frozen exposure, Cordoza the Composer Sick like a bowl-of, a bowl of deez nuts Fuck him up, cross him out, then toss him out With the stamp
the mic so I could start blessin it And chincheckin kids to make my point like an impressionist Many men have tried to shake us But I twist mic cords to double
caught in the cross fire without no caps And on my way out, I heard a sucker scream and shout "Niggas, Niggas", yea, cold turn the party out Chorus (E Double
This is a service public announcement going out to all the paper haters Now sure sure sure your broke sure sure sure your having problems Food stamps
a service public announcement going out to all the paper haters Now sure sure sure your broke sure sure sure your having problems Food stamps didn't
There's a change been comin' over you Well you burn back baby now what can I do And all of that jive that your good friend's been sellin' It ain't worth
the trouble that grows Deep beneath my soul dealing with you assholes Can I blast those who point the finger at me Who criticize and talk shit so freely Fuck double
Savin' all your food stamps and burnin' down the trailer park Yo, cut it Soy un perdedor I'm a loser, baby, so why don't you kill me? (Double barrel
blunts And sippin' on 40 ounces thuggin', come, come we got the blessed rum From jumpin' all nights we high, hit up the block to where? East 99 I get wit my nigga to get me some yayo, double
