tha light in my face, and for what Maybe it's because I kick so much butt I kick ass, or maybe 'cause I blast On a stupid assed nigga when I'm playin
11 is irrelevant And 7 is craps, after you've established a point A point being 4, 5, 6, 8, 9, or 10 2's, 3's, and 12's is only relevant on your first
up, hit em up, light em up, light em up Get em up, hit em up, light em up, light em up Get em up, hit em up, light em up, light em up Get em up, hit em
come home, but I'm past on the game Niggaz waitin' in the alley, tryna jack off my chain It's the Color Changer, ridin' on swangers Recognize pimpin',
tramp. She's too smart on me, huh? And i protected her... I'm on the garage with my butt 14 hours a day. And she's now promoted to a bon-bon? And traveling
shack and Shinin' the light in my face, and for what? Maybe it's because I kick so much butt I kick ass or maybe 'cause I blast On a stupid assed ***
One, two, three, four I come alive, I can describe You try to wake me in the morning When the dark turns into light Everywhere there's a funny feeling
never alone. (Ooooh) Anytime, Anywhere (Ooooh) You can call on me, And I'll be there, Someone you can rely on, (Can rely on) Be a shoulder you can cry on, (You can cry on
2 dance so dnt step on ma louis bitches on da dancefloor bouncin like a porn star legs in the air like the doors on a foreign car posted at the bar, everbody strizzap double game's
hop in the back seat if you're a freak Three wheel motion got 'em sliddin' on they seat 8 0 8 drums got 'em griddin' to the beat Turn high beams on bring the club
In ya city Take'em to war throw ya grenade This shit is gritty [verse 1] Yo, what's the sign's on ya crab ass Niggaz out here in this rap shit Turning
All biters get writer's block When it's rhyme tyme To play this game you gotta be a rap pro It's not dominos or tic tac toe It's the rhyme tyme game,
gettin up outta here, that's what's up. That's what's up Watch me back up the truck You livin wit a lot of fear. That's what's up, my gats stay up So
Bare witness I'm the young savior (TURN IT UP!!) I GOT STATEN ISLAND ON MY PINKY QUEENS ON MY THUMB DUDE THE BRONX ON MY MIDDLE FINGER SCREAMIN FUCK
's digital, criminals turned rapper times is changing Niggaz get flashier, houses more plusher Bitches giving ass up at ages more younger Hands on the clock keep turning, hands on
with the fishin' i swear, but you don't see honey your visions impaired, maybe it's cause i'm flashin' brightly, and light the sky up like a flash of lighting
tha light in my face, and for what Maybe it's because I kick so much butt I kick ass, or maybe cuz I blast On a stupid assed nigga when I'm playin with
me boy See we were at th club (club) You were at the bar (I was at the bar) I hit on you, you jump into my car (no car) Come to my crib, turned down the lights