ill shits match Runnin' around all crazy twistin' hunnies back And breakin' niggaz that come to gamble with small stacks Really though, screw y'all, I never knew y'all
went and got the crew Back to the hoe's house yabba dabba dabba dabba doo y'all A dabba doo y'all And that's comin' straight from me to you, y'all You
so loud and prod you hear it It's Christmas time and we got the spirit Jack Frost chillin', the orchas out? And that's what Christmas is all about The time
tryna keep my mind calm I keep six soundly around me all through my town and your county But i hit that ground cause i found i'm a walkin time bomb I
Yeah, motherfucker, that?s right The motherfucker in the house, Kool Keith Fuck all the bullshit, let?s get to the real shit, yeah Your rhyme touch is
the only one Or are you selling your baby a dream (Am I a sucker for love, a sucker for love) From the first time I met ya, you was on my mind all night
's Looking up to the leaders Granddaddy had a stroke and grandmomma broke Who the fuck gone feed us? Y'all wrapped us in ropes and put us on boats But y'all
And when I rap it ain't no punchlines I be on the highway dirty, crunch time No timeouts homeboy, just one time If they find that stashbox, just one time
For the record y'all.. uh-huh.. I know you hear me.. for the record y'all.. [Beanie Sigel] _Dynasty_ album, track 16, listeners fret I can't take back
it's okay Reads her horoscope she don't drink nor smoke But suck a good dick called her a.t. all throat Pussy wide enough to catch a small boat Nah I
's the role model? Bitch, butt naked on the boat 'Cross the lake, we skate with the heavy weights Can you feel me? Surfs all night, be rich 500 super
you got it all Love the way you players ball Everyday you're at the mall Tell me, is it true or false? Say that you got it all Love the way you players
can And float on my back Just waitin' for nothin' They always come home At the wrong time like when I'm all right And don't need no one at all They
all the strength we could muster With torches in hand we surveyed the land And stumble one after the other Damned with blind ambition To a glass house
's all We sat there and shot the bull About how it would be But if we could turn it all around And change this C R A P Ya get your house back, ya get
a dummy on top regret if i let her take all my guap she funny like a episode of the Boondocks you watch, i get my point across like Swatch im on another boat
his grandpa Had told him ten times or more The stories of some sailors curse on the bridge Where it opens to let the boats through But the natives all
her house, I went, but she had a friend Who knocked me out an' robbed my boots an' was I on the street again Well I arrived upon a house with a U.S.