try to plex But those who flex end up with broke necks Signed some autographs for a posse of freaks Said, "It's L, baby, I ain't down with Chic" We conversated with
now I'm spiffy now, smoke sticky now Hit the door at the club yellin', "Grip and love" Met me with a dub, what (Was it fire playa?) Straight to the
sir? Yo, MC famous, the killer Okay Mr. Anus Driller, you want to play the next round for a new Lexus with matching socks? Or air on the horny Miami
it to screaming We know what your up to do girl, I'm after my cheddar I gave you your style Gucci this Fendi that Burberry bag shoes and the hat to match
of gas, my bank account's full, word on street, c-murder Sellin' ki's from oversea's, what you want it, nigga please, You plottin' on a playa like a
be tall and play football But he'll always be a momma's boy And when he cries, she'll match him tear for tear When he laughs, she'll grin from ear to
Break away, break away Blink on and nod Carelessly with matches play Telling you, you're odd Foolishly, he lets it burn Aware of different shapes And
arm roll, fresh off the honor roll, platinum bottles of Cru' All my niggas do what I got 'em for Extra flashy grind, hit 'em with a crisp rhyme Lines
matches Now with pressure from above He was forced to carry on "You're the best, don't you want to win?" To which he replied with a cheeky grin "I'm
with a cheeky grin "i'm bored of always being the best I'd rather be like all the rest!" Desmond rebelled, now he plays for fun He loses a
a bitch with my mouthpiece, paid for hoe On my car, fuckin' lease Strikin' through your neighborhood, disturbin' peace Boogie green Cutlass with the gold feets Same colored tint with
playing with the sharks, step inside Everybody on your mark, get set, now let's ride. That's right, put the pedal to the metal and go The yellow madellow with
hit green, then go, breathe in slow S.O.B You ain't never seen nothing so rugged at 90 Uh huh, motha'fucka with the cops behind me yo! The boiler's grinding
my only girl {whoo} [Verse 2:] Lady listen I aint fuckin with you U must be thinkin I got nothin to do Wit my time than to play with ya mind Dont
somethin (have somethin) You go to the mall make sure you grab somethin (grab somethin) You gotta shop for me (me) I can't shop for you (you) I'm on my grind
speaking I was 4ft tall with 3ft mohican I bunked off school and bought some tattoo ink Engraved "punk 4 life" on my arm with a safety pin I was
Gotta Eat... Yeah, Even Though I Ate It Ain't My Birthday But I Got My Name On the Cake (Shit) Believe That, If Ya Mans Wanna Play I'mma Fuck Around And