: Are they laughing at or with me? Aww, baby, those are such great shoes I think that I'm so happy now And I think this is a bitter you Oh, oh, oh, oh
Are they laughing at or with me? Ah baby, those are such great shoes And I think that I'm so happy now And I think this is a better you Oh, oh, oh, oh
Are they laughing at or with me? Aww, baby, those are such great shoes I think that I'm so happy now And I think this is a bitter you Oh, oh, oh, oh,
and then start humpin' Convincing me that the history of a woman is about leaving a nigga with nothing So my experiences taught me how to come up with
madmen who mutilize men with 9mm Bullets ?(brobab)? brother back to back I slam Bread and butter, break beast to Bam Bam Jump off the Jim before I jack my johnson
know who's the father Why bother It could be bill cosby or kevin johnson You just came out the hotel With shawn kemp and magic johnson With ashy kneecaps Your dress showing your butt crack With
or not we gonna hold our spot Give me crown and coke or maybe jack and sprite A case of Coors light and its on tonight We talking about a party down on Johnson
my day to day scene I'd be under the impression i was somewhere in between With only two, Just me and you, Not so many things we got to do or places we
fucked with a nigga from the ghetto -He don't know who he fucking with This one goes out to the murder capital murder capital of the world (Chorus) At
's all, weapons to aim with a 1000 rounds in it Machine shop class mixtaped lynch men Clapping at your tracks rabbits back to the benches yea People famous call me
this industry I'm trying not to get fucked like 2Pac in jail You can hate me, but await me like I'm Magic Johnson's death in a box with Jordan's pops
jump and then start humpin' Convincing me that the history of a woman is about Leaving a nigga with nothing so my experiences taught me How to come up with
my squad rest, more or less I'll have your family dressed Niggas eulogizing part of your vest I run with gunners and smokers I'm a bad influence to bitches with
again Sy Scott, you can't rap like me You can't murder a rhyme or kill a track like me You can't bust aim or hold a gat like me Flow hundred percent
