for me to blow your mind 'Cause I'm the diggy diggy D.O.C. and I would've been down wit rock But I was smart, the D.O. to the C. now on the formula It
, play my rhyme backwards You can hear the Devil Speak his mind with fine graphics Things get drastic, Express for my plastic I pack clips, between my nuts and my
I got my chicks lined up, which one 'em I'm gonna choose I got my guns lined up, which one 'em I'm gonna use I got my, Louis Vuitton on, pumpin', that mind
C is for your cockwich that I squash beneath my shoe While I watch you wiggle, and I laugh at you (ha ha) D is for my dildo that you will learn to blow E is for your enema, I control the flow F is for my flogger, I
I signed my deal Nigga I'll tie your wife to a chair and blow that bitch up You better fire proof your crib, I'll blow that shit up I'm all about this
me *They do* they Vacuum, Vacuum blow my speakers volume on one-hundred *woah* I'm T.T.U my reapers blue I looked down at the sky *I do* No parachute
me To kiss my arms, my legs, my hips, my lips He knocked the drinks everywhere As he started to make an apology I covered his mouth with my hand and I
I could get a Range Rover if I stay my ass sober I be loaded, thinkin' of condos Maybe I could get a condo if I keep my nose closed I be loaded, thinkin
G Funk blows my mind (G Funk, we funk, G Funk, we funk) We funk 'cuz G Funk blows my mind (G Funk, we funk, G Funk, we funk) Well, can I expand my mind
me use my nine That's why I gotta take a cruise up town Playa hatas jockin beef droppin ? I'll come down Ballin out of control And my a c blow cold Big
my mind I never seen a guy so fine I like it when you do me do me Can we get kinky tonight? I got so many things on my mind I wonder can you squeeze
dents gangster cause thats the way i be mashin hittin switches through the intersection back end draggin [Richter] I got my Ride saggin like my pants or my
embarrassed My click savage, y'all niggas is average I'm handling your Most V.P, put 'em in P.C Nigga, it's the I-M-D nigga, Clue 'Cause we plottin',
OT, I got cake with a C and a D On the wrist is a ice band capitol B, small V I'm fuckin' with the Don Chi Chi I'm a P I M P, you can't tempt me Check
I ain't like these, niggaz, that be feinin' to front Like they the first to ever put green in a blunt Look, I don't be meaning to stunt but I zip down
) Mr. Scarface, not your ordinary dope man On the for reala, my nigga, I'm a born killa Let my nuts hanging out, give a fuck if ya bigger 'Cause I'm
your number-on my electric cucumber Crawling on my hands and knees like some rubber cockroach in a striptease I can see inside your mind now I know
Ain't nothin' worse I spit it Bitch, I did it for the Ville (C'MON!) I'm from B-R-O-W-N-S-V-I-double L-E What the fuck you gon' tell me? This is the place