] Girls? You? The Iceberg? Aw man, come on, spill it, man She was a swinger Talkin 'bout high post She was the most Knew she was fine, dope, fly She
who's tryin to diss me Say I sold out cause I rocked with the B.C. Y'all are bitches, you're straight wack Quick to talk shit, but always behind the
bustin these raps are what? To make all you wack MC's shut up You're always buyin rap records jammin def beats Then dissin rap artists out in the streets You always
M I C Got a gangster ass D.J. named Evil E My record label's called Warner B William Morris is my agency I'll never go broke, I got property Got a dope
Limos lined around the block for about a mile'n'a half Autographs the list goes on If you forgot it 'Make it funky' is the name of this song Stupid dope
disco, pretty lady nipples When I DJ, I turn the base off the tickle The girls with the big, big booties I'm straight chilling, cooling out with cuties 21 and over ain't messing with juvies Girls always
Shakur Ice insured, fuck life insurance Three bad bitches, it don't come concurrent Still, you know the dope won't stop And if I die today bury me in a dope
savin' up And he ill, he real, he might gotta deal He pop bottles and he got the right kind of bill He cold, he dope, he might sell coke He always in
never seen tragic happen Make magic happen with cash, I'm actually catchin' magic In the market for lavish mansions and NBA expansions I was passin' out Phantoms in '04 so no, dope
dance so freaky Tongue diamond pierced with a look that's kinky Acting like you want me to turn you Attitude like what, Kelly take me now Black and Asian girl Tattoo on your tummy Doped
top dat Got the pro togue, where the rocks at? Ya'll sizin' me, all eyez on me Let you down easy like the Isleys, and these dope rappers keep trying me
who I am Oh, I?ve seen the little children all strung out on dope No one to care about them, living without hope But I?ve been lucky that I always had
he could pray for us I hit the Jamaican spot at the bar, take a seat I ordered you jerk, she said, "You are what you eat" You see I always loved your
And talk about when we get older now we up against the ropes Yeah, they kickin' niggas door down 'cause it ain't no dope On the streets And a quarter
her sing a song D is for what I serve, I don't be on no curb She ain't no junkie neither, I ain't no dope dealer But she keep comin back three stacks
son He looks like a ton of corned beef floating in beer He says, "Fucking Puerto Rican dope dealing punk Get your shit-brown ass out of here Fucking Puerto Rican dope
boys, and IRS 4 Jesus pieces and a motherfucking tech Clapping at all you niggas imitating Samick Mavrado Got them argentinies and kilos up in the condo And my European bitch always
kills Sid never meant any harm, he shot some dope into his arm All he wanted was some fun, now she's lying in a pool of blood Always loaded, always