my gat, I ain't walkin' without it And I cock and clap, you just talkin' about it, nigga Pop that Cannon, pop that Cannon Pop that Cannon, pop that Cannon It
jet sharper than gillette The blunt still wet so pass it like brett We sips outta mug we call it upset Smoke more than 4 quarters we call it sudden
your mind? Would you taste my love if I kick it tight I have none to waste with you I guess you can say, my style is so crazy I think you like it baby
I kick, groove to the master mix My song still pumps when it's not even mastered, bitch My shit's very chronic, so rewind it 'Cause it's like eh-eh-eh
lost I'ma hit you with the funk force That makes you run your rap style back to the crack vile brotha Then strike a pose like Madonna My mom's kicked
dick, P ain't wit that The blunt, I split that, bust a four wit the kick back No need to stress that chickenhead nigga, already hit that I put the pow
Nature plus I'm down with O.P.P. The best part about it, I got AIDS, bitch Psych, I'm only kiddin', only do it to ugly women 'Cause the pretty one's puss smell like
It's almost over hoe, she ain't no hoe Check out somethin' on my computer real quick P, I, M, P, A, N, D, H, O dot com It's Pimpandho.com fo' sho' It
Now listen real close 'cuz it might be hard to follow Chris told Ted it was fifty thousand dollaz Shit sound petty an' it is But that's how it goes
box While the young bitches ride on your jock You can't do it like this homey, so just pass it And stop kissing them white folks asses It's like you
got 5 on it (Got it good) Grab your fo', let's get keyed I got 5 on it Messin' with that endo weed I got 5 on it (Got it good) It's got me stuck, cannot
the style I'll lend yo ass, the man so bad From Alabama with banjo cocked back Swing bass like I'm Rambo fix that I don't wanna hear shit buddy that
cancer If you could swallow my style, you probably rip ya pants off If you could bottle my style and sell it to somebody It'd probably smell like cologne
fresh.. fresh, fresh The beats that are fresh, fresh Comin from the wild wild west But it's got to be different Than the nor-nor-normal styles that I be dishin Kickin
for those Who don't know, I think it's time that we step to the mic And set the record straight, aiyo, G, we're gon' do it like this Why don't you tell
gettin' cream like Thelma and Louise But on chrome never leave that Brooklyn shit alone So if you say it's on then it's on Bang this in your whips Pack
didn't do it, you did it I'm suspended, you was wit' it And now it's time to pay for the crime That I never got caught like Judge Wapner, bam take on