, in the water up to my chest And the preacher spoke about the cleansing blood As I sank my toes into that cool East Texas mud And it was down with
from you But it feels more like the distance From L.A. to the moon I would never stop you I only want to see you fly But is it wrong to want to see
shoulder shrugs And it's all because 'ccumulated enough scratch Just to navigate it, wood decorated on chrome And it's candy painted, fans fainted while I'm entertainin' Wild ain't it? How
I'm entertainin Wild ain't it? How me and money end up hangin I hang with Hannibal Lector (HOT SHIT!) so feel me when I bring it Sing it loud (what?)
Fuckin' scrappy nigga Meet ya pappy nigga Its ice cube nigga And lil jon nigga So if ya drunk nigga Keep it crunk nigga Til' you punk nigga Feel
you what's the deal you hold it all inside If you wanna be with me you gotta keep it real Tell me what's goin' on tell me how you feel Boy I know you
Now she blazed it but that ain't all she blew Hey, I got knocked off on the bar And my room got knocked off in the car Gave it to me until
Y'all erected while I wreck shit next bit hard while I wreck it Ooh here I come not what you expected Hectic get nekkid and do it backstage after you
re blackmailing me Sponging all my money I don't think it's funny The way you've been badgering me So I'm hiding out in the basement Wondering how on
Bobby said he'd pull out Bobby stayed in Janey had a baby it wasn't any sin They were set to marry on a summer day Bobby got scared and he ran away
do in Texas 'Nother one from a lady who knows my baby I found it quite odd It was very crazy Can't tell you how they know each otha Put it like this...
platter Go on and chatter, it don't matter My cheese, I'm eatin' like I'm obese but only fatter I only know how to do it the Harriet Tub way I'm Underground
talking about how my dick head is Flow infectious, give me ten seconds I'll have a buzz bigger than insects in Texas It's funny how wasn't nobody interested
air, you know how it goes Stash spot with weight in it, Candy paint with blakes in it Trunk got the bass in it, One liter with eights in it Swisha
the table (It's a Big E beat!) C'mon now, shit This is, this is why we don't ever have nothin man It's a good evenin here, Ceddy St. Louis This right
a permanent marker Boys mean mugging in the club, repping they hood It's understood but cross that line, homie it ain't good It's survival of the fittest
brick flipping bitches trippin' for figures This Cuban has seen it, heard about it and lived it That's why I spit it so vivid, you got it, I want it, you give it
that candy dripping, that drank and that can is missing That ain't a Cola, though dry and you feeling sober Boys trying to switch it over, apply it