realest sh-t Pop some nines, so I give you the Fifth Something, something, yeah That?s my bitch, That?s my bitch Sh-shorty right there? That?s my bitch That?s
t play tell your friend that the game can begin if she stay I pass out cake like your birthday bitch if you kiss both of those lips, take that, take this
pumps, it ain't got medicine I got bars, sentencin' I'm a bad bitch, I'm a cunt And I'll kick that ho, punt Forced trauma, blunt You play the back bitch
baby girl, ah yeah (Your baby girl) Dear Mom and Dad Please send money, I?m so broke that it ain?t funny Don't need much, just enough to get me through (Your baby girl
kicked But now he's married And he kicks his wife's ass Says it comes from problems That he had in the past Doesn't like blacks Claims he's upper class
Yeah, Ice-T nigga, seventh deadly sin It's all about that hardcore mind Got my nigga Radzay, my nigga Bazaro My girl Gripsta in the house We gonna do
(Intro: Ice-T) Yeah, Ice-T nigga, Seventh Deadly Sin It's all about that hardcore mind Got my nigga Radzay, my nigga Bazaro, my girl Gripsta in the house
def. Don't front and say kinda Merciless. Meticulous. So fresh it's rediculous Raised in the heart of Los A-N-G-E-L-E-S King word connector. Vocal projector
and there ain't no shame And the shit's gone too far Hundred hip-hop labels with all white A&R's The game's hijacked, the rap game's hijacked Let me
kitchen, the hall and the bathroom I didn't leave home much, didn't like L.A. Didn't have no friends to trust Got busted to a school Blacks and whites
of girl Who should be rudely barging in On a white veil occasion But you are NOT the kind of boy Who should be marrying the wrong girl! ( Ha! ) So don't
, better than yours My chick do stuff that I can't even put in words Her swagger don't stop, her body won't quit So, fool, pipe down, you ain't talkin
Don't know who your tryin to flatter got my mind made up, I-I-I'm ready for ya I'm in control but with you bein a man You don't seem to understand that
them tools, tell 'em boys it could get mechanical, Now pop that pussy like a .44, I turn ya round and bend ya over like a low blow, It's Young Money baby
keep bitches handy White girl on the table love them sniff the nose candy When I'm walking by the women saying "Who is that nigga?" I replied "Hi, I am Gudda Gudda that
there?s never a perfect time It?s time for another white lie White lies just another white lie I did it to get close to you And I will tell a million more White
That know we get O's like Cheerios That know because they seen us in the videos That know the day that you play me Will be the same day MTV play videos That
girls up on stage White t-shirts about to be sprayed with water Let her go boys And when that summer sun starts to beatin' down And you don't know