over macks we don't love these hoes Rule number one, never ever trust a bitch Cause a hoe will getcha fucked up and leave ya dick sick Puerto Rican
you in my teeth i fill your gills with goo going deeper than pacific ocean this specific motion makes this hammer head puke gotta wear a wetsuit can't get sea sick i love
roll, crouch and fire A fast retally, now it's cash we tally Miami, Atlanta, fuck it we smash to Cali Back on L.A. Ave, you know the Lennox strip Where
shit is all clear And we was growin' as workin' niggas wit aspiring ideas We love to floss and the feeling of pushing chrome shit But in the grand scheme these niggas'll love
I mean he just gets people to do these things. Don: He just makes me sick when he changes into a monster. Phyllis: Why? Why does he make you sick? Don
in the kitchen with that tight ass vision And the way I chef up make you hang that connect up See I guarantee to bring that extra to the buck thirty of white
born Cause of me, lot of old ladies purse gone "kill niggaz softly" but not with her song Matter of fact I kill em viciously, brutally Strip
a strip now (Now ride) Y'all know Street Family gon' (Ride) (Now ride) Top down, chrome rims spinnin and (Now ride) Gun cock, hollows in the clip now (Now ride) Chop rocks, put it on a strip
city, I brought some thugs with me, that'll set up shop and get rid of drugs quickly, drive Cutlass Supremes, on gold D's, puff sticky, love Tupac to
under, words dem bug us, it's how they search and slug us for wearin certain colors on the drug strip Full of duck chick that love chips Where I live
Outta state strips would have to be basic 98 percent shit they could fiend brain shit face it X1 no doubt Im way sick I need weed spots at least 2
plaintive tune A love-sick boy, a heart a-whirl A serenade to an old-fashioned girl A perfect dream, a matchless pearl A serenade to an old-fashioned girl A lovely
nothin' to say He kicked the old lady's door in, threw her on the floor Choked her to death so she don't scream no more He need some white chocolate
look so sick Walk mean, ice it really don't matter It's so clear she could fix her mascara But you know I strip her right out of the Vickie thong Take
Pick up a gauge, and it's my face, that they stick on front page Gotta be careful, I could pull a thick of the age Chick on the stage, and winde up, sick
swoop up and murk (errrrrrrrr!) Yea, a trick and a bag bitch (uh huh) 2 bricks and a bad bitch Shit, them bitches mackin' (they love me) I'm as sick as
up 'fore I blast and Banned From TV your ass with no mask, look at the camera like what? Yeah I did it like them sick white boys the court committed To
