no shame, my moment to shine Saturday nights are live like this life is Hollywood But just because you feel good doesn't mean you're OK Keep your eye on
the clitoris You get spit on Shit on Hit on Get on the dick of this Sl-ick niggaRA But you can always call the Nina A killer in America Amerikilla [
I ain't Fuckin' with yaw and imma keep on, (oh), keepin' on (oh) Keep on (oh) Holdin' on (oh) [Verse 1] I hear'em, whispering in corners speakin' dirty talk On
KC was serving 3 I'm on top because I deserved to be So simmer down, calm your nerves at least Speak your words with peace Before you lay out on the curb
picture me on the scene huntin' for greens like Mike Meyers trick or treatin' on Halloween mashed down in the fatigues servin' the fiends kill or be killed
good, please don't cross him How rude, Stephanie Tanner You don't gotta watch me but please watch your manners And I be getting green so mean, Bruce
me My man spent guap and bought me my Continental T You spent your advance on your Continental T I know you sick when you clean your RIMS you still see
, so many times That I keep these bucks steady on my mind Tuck these, I f-ck these on your mind, pause To feed them, on my grind, did I get a little love
dating Scoob got the cameras on so I got to show off I put your sister on, I knock your bro off We just spit snowballs catch it in your face b-tch Good
Beans Ya Nah Mean And Everything Ain't What It Seem Ya Nah Mean And Don't Play That Game With Out Your Team Kill For My Bread Kill For My G's Kill For
I represent the dirty south side I?m a Dentist Makin women open they mouth wide Could be in jail still running it on the outside Think not Then open up your
me your chips What they took now What they put now Gotta look down And check your shoulder 'cause I'll be over Like a boater You got boaters In your
, so raw Pompous asshole, flash flow, turn your soul on So gone, strode strong through your lawn ?til the dawn Tell you mom, name another real as John, kill
speak I call it catchin' bullets with my teeth You can feel it in your chest Like Bruce Lee jumpin' on your vest But I can't feel yours through my Superman
the set, devoted to opening your neck With the tech, as you sit in a Lex' Your next move, is slipping, your last move is shitting As your body gets soft
short Jay Gators on your feet Six piece outfit Hat to the side Four bitches on your arm I keep my glass in my hand In case I want to get my drink on
The Taker, and Mr, Predictor side-by-side So to send my love to Dr.Jekyll and Mr.Hyde There's somethin that make a nigga wanna keep on blastin' Voices