I know, he get smart, I'ma slap him Now I gotta leave him by his self for the weekend I gotta fly to handle business in Cleaveland I jet and this nigga
: [Mr. Mixx cuts up] (Hit it) [VERSE 1: Fresh Kid Ice] Coolin' in Miami one summer day Drivin down the streets along the bay My girls' hair's blowin
a swim I rocked her so good until she wanted it again That was jet-set, so soft and wet Now Kisha's on my tip, and that you can bet Until one day I got
nigga every day, Waitin' on my daddy just to take his ass away. Now Mama always workin' tryin' to make ends meet. So now a young niggas bein' raised by
this i am lagged from the jet and the 12 hour flight And how I do love London And how I do love London I am intriguied by the boys with the androdonus
and I fuck him from behind And I love him for his heart and soul and I love his wrinkled scrotum too so if you see us passing by on some dreary rainy day
porch, and I fuck him from behind and I love him for his heart and soul and I love his wrinkled scrotum too so if you see us passing by on some dreary rainy day
Zero and Terry got away Other said they were caught and brought back But still young pilgrims to this day Go to that spot way down by the railroad track
Verse 2: Classified] Now I've been rockin for a minute (yep), still ain't got no plan yet Never flew first class, we stand by on canned jet Ain't got
a jet plane just so I could be with you on that day But that's me I'm the kinda guy that if you were sick in bed I'd be by your bedside but you don't
back into the public eye and squirted lemon juice in it By now you just wish I'd fucking die but I electrify Get electrocuted, executed by an executioner
re a fag in a women's gym I'm Slim, the Shady is really a fake alias to save me with in case I get chased by space aliens A brainiac, with a cranium packed
a fag at a women's gym I'm Slim, so Shady is really you're fake alias To save me with in case I get chased by space aliens A braniac with a cranium packed
about a bottle a day of Tylenol 3, and talk about how violent I'll be (RRARRRRH) Give me eleven Excederin my head'll spin Medicine'll get me revvin like a 747 jet
however you want I love it. A hustler's with. The grit the grind. My genetic code make-up. Murderer by design. On my calendar time when night meets day
the area paper Days feel long as The Hume, few semis through Never thought they'd see the day they give thanks for diesel fumes Just two visits from memory by
as the area paper Days feel long as The Hume, few semis through Never thought they'd see the day they give thanks for diesel fumes Just two visits from memory by
down But why a motherfucker like me had to fall down Not known why I dropped out Fuck it, still can't afford to get popped out So now I gotta jet Only
