and he got it goin on To my Uptown crew, my nephew Hasi Boom on the tapes and all that To all the Uptown DJ's Ron G and Kid Capri and all of them for
paper like I?m creflo dollar I?ll pop you punk niggaz like I pop my collar I?m confused; I like Megan, Monica, and Mya. Missy?s freaky and Brandy?s
see me tonight with an illegal smile Just sit back relax and stay awhile I gotta big bag'll make ya brain bounce Cuz everythin counts in large amounts The log rolla I roll
my nigga I done ran Through more cars Then your Rolls Rroyce dealer I put that On my god-daughter I love you Jarmilla New Bentley or not Match the chincilla Sean don spiller Matching
and her knees 18 half black and half vietnamese looking like she taste better than Koloa and milk with the dirty red complexion skin smoother than silk so young and
Johnny wanna be a big star Get on stage and play the guitar Make a little money, buy a fancy car Big old house and an alligator Just to match with them
never left and can't break up And we have yet to be replaced Krayzie Bone they say uh uh oh uh uh oh [Verse 1: Krayzie Bone] And check my style Inside
a nigga up and smile And hit 'em with the millimeter And I show a bitch kill a nigga see me drivin Bitch come on and try to rob me I'm willing to bet
til I can't no get no more When the drop top coming out of the top shop stop drop roll (let's roll) and roll Now click bigger than big we swoll yeah we
too cold to hold and right now I'm at 5 below, On the surface my mind's berserk, and I'm like Give me a perc and a vibe with a verse to write Each word
I'm the best to do this within my age bracket Waka Flocka, Soulja Boy: none of 'em can match it That's it; jot it down, print it up and fax it And tell
for me excited, got to roll somethin fat to this But I ain't got a light and I don't know where my matches is My little brother always snatches it, I
You dig, you look, you skip tracks and skip back Take pieces of old music, mix match, and flip tracks After that you spit rap, to get ads, and hit ass
m smoking Knucklehead strolls in, ask what I'm doing Rolls up a joint with this left over Cuban Blazed that and kept moving, started going upstairs Winded and
sixteen in the clip. - One in the chamber! Drive-by's, homicide; shit! I gotta roll a dime! Every day I ran away, my life's one Columbine. And I'd like
hat and a gat to match, Now he feels like he's untouchable, Found a remedy fuckin' with everybody not just those committing felonies, Bullyin' kids over serving and
of each other of the policemen in the fountains and the sickle and the hammer and they came with Uncle Romulus with his walking cane and camera She looked
house They pull and they tug my blouse The sound of a music box Comes from inside a toy chest But what do I do it's locked? I pick it and open it But