you'll still be my laptop [Chorus] [Lil Wayne] Kiss her on the thigh make her p-ssy hole cry they say numbers dont lie, lets try 69 kiss her on her lips let her p
I think you got it, baby, you so erotic, baby That freaky shit you doin', don't stop it, baby I like your style, girl, you kinda wild, girl When you hit
them white folks asses It's like you smoked a whole damn key You rap so fast you keep leaving the beat I'm from the old school, I love P-Funk But now
' rubber on these hoes like vogues Check out my style, baby don't stop If you can't call me short, just call me dog Black is my color, I have no other
, they'll take no pity 'Cause Ghetto has the style that has the girls jockin' When you talk about the system, all you say is, "Rockin'" Others hear the
You jockin my style, "You so cra-zy" Dre say, ain't +No Limit+ to this As long as we drop gangsta shit Look here bitch, you fine and I dig your style
D.P.G., G.C. D.P.G., G.C. D.P.G., G.C. D.P.G., G.C. Smash, just before you talk spaz out Hittin' the switch then hittin' the stash Before the year 2000
another one Yeah From Lil' Kim, the Queen Bee It's ladies night what, it must be Angie on the mic The Butter P honey got the sugar got the spice Roll
hustler Pimp slash poet slash slash hustler Slash playa hater killer, don't fuck wit busters [Yo Gotti] I got work slash yirk slash slash green Slash hot heaters and them other
's up Hey yo man, it's just another case of that old P.T.A., huh man In school I wrote notes and took quotes from Shakespeare And other types of rhymes
my pockets fat, not flat I like my pockets fat, not flat I like my pockets fat, not flat Check it out, yo, A.G. is living fat in the mental In other
tapes help generate papes E-F is the important Def G-good, H is what style be When I grab the microphone and MC Roll off the tongue like L M N O P And
absurd My repotoire is U.S.S.R. P.L.O. style got blown out the car And ran over, by the Method Man jeep Divine can't define my style is so deep like
and dig the groove Yo bust it, I digs hip-hop, and rocks for hip-hop Not R&B because to me that's not my style and The R-double-O-quotes ain't for radio
the bass Cruisin' down the boulevard, feelin' hella good Smokin' while I'm drivin', you would if you could So I'ma push, smokin' on this Reggie Bush Avoidin' the P
FU's the rough-neck chicken and I'm the wild Apache See I'm the C the H the I the P Down with the P the O the C, the K the U the N the G The M the O,
Two guns up mothafucka, two guns up mothafucka [Incomprehensible] If P want you dead, I ain't comin' with niggas Just a blunt and a three pound, plenty
cops Same shit, where you at, but where "you" at? I got my first felony, holding a gat And I've been robbed by cats, slingin' my sacks Styles P-A-