Uh, yo, pick up the music a little bit
For my nigga, Filero on this biatch
Yo, whats up, whats up JC
Man its real man, here we go
Ima have to smoke, Ima have to fucking toke
Keep it in my lungs like an inside joke
No damn hope, I loc with the game
Got married at the crack hotel in south man
Holler if you feel me, wet like willy
Got my own island like that little nigga Gilly
And the dang Skipper, fucking that Ginger
Could of played proball but I got injured
Man I wouldnt kid you, Ima throw dew
Got a fine bitch in the 6-0-2
Its more on the menu, Ima get in you
You watch Ms. America, I fucked Ms. Virginia
Im known to burst, skip go to church
Got the block hotter than your girlfriend penurch
Ima scrape the curbs with my brand new twenties
Go buy some more cause to me they just pennies
I won two emmys, man I win awards
Got so much heat I could open up your pours
Fresh out the county, fresh like downy
Now my mama high, cause she ate my weed brownies
Now she tripping calling 9-1-1
Im sad cause she called me a what a bad son
But I promise its gone wear off soon
Do what I do and just watch some cartoons
Im on calhoun, sometimes I feel used
Cause a hoe just want to get in my fruit of the loom
Im about the shrooms, Ima spread the news
SPM undefeated cant lose
Hit the dank smooth, all night long
I love mama tattooed on my arm
Dopehouse charm, with the diamonds in it
Ima fuck Missy Elliot for one minute
Then I be finished, I smoke spinach
Just like Popeye except a little different
I sell reggie but I smoke hydro ponic
I got more brown bags than shoes and sonic
Man Im on it, I mean Im on my hustle
Never love a bitch cause I just dont trust her
Never popped the question, Ima stay a bachelor
Im in the kitchen flipping cookies with my spatula
Do what I have to, on the third chapter
Talk with my glock when I come holler at you
Call me the greaser, roach and a tweezer
Dont fuck with that nigga cause hes a
Motherfucking killer out the Hilla, cocaine dealer
Get my shit off a eighteen wheeler
My niggas, niggas, bar sippers
Now Im packing flippers, large old flippers
Roll 80 vogues till them hoes start clacking
If you want to jack, I got something for you
Not the chimmy change for the beans and rice
Then to the store I need a 40 on some dice
Hillwood hustler, never caught sleeping
Caught another case so I got to call my lawyer
Got a fine chick that look just like Latoya
Run you out my city like them Tennessee Oilers
You can play hockey, Ima play hookie
On the mic niggas say that Im the dookie
They trying to shoot me, cause Im making movies
Went gold twice, buy ice and rubies
Ima eat at Lugies, save my doobies
She in a D cup cause I bought them boobies
Ima take the tuna, shoes are puma
Ima go on vacation to Blue Lagoona
Cause I like to scuba, on the island Aruba
Ima eat a bowl of beans and Ima play the tuba
See Im awful throwed, yall should also know
That Im with a swamp thing and Papa Dough
And he frozen, got the what house on the ocean
Fuck her in the ass with some suntan lotion
All in the open, where people could see
My nextdoor neighbors taking pictures of me
Im a powerful man, I bought a house on the sand
Bought the lot and told the cops get off of my land
With my barbie, Ima throw a party
They want my autograph but I dont got a sharpie
No more bacardi, Im drunk I need some coffee
About to throw up bitch get the fuck off me
But anyway man, hold them up, who is you
You aint my girlfriend, my girlfriend was wearing blue
But you suck a good dick, so I wont say shit
Then I saw the bitch kissing on my boy Nick
But what he dont know aint gone hurt him though
But hold up when he hear this song hell be swoll
Man, Ima have to tell him that his album sucks
And he shouldnt buy it or even listen to it once
So let it be a lesson any girl that you meet
Take her to the store and tell that bitch to brush her teeth
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