flash and the cash and the fast women It's nothing, a lust for the crabs keep the passion and Blaow, kissin' my tablet with firing pins Poke holes in the plastic
I'm a keep on doing what I gotta do Fresh of the plastic, I'm so sure, My cd's like Frank Lucas' dope so pure Infections airborne, floaters, no cure
Searching for refinement Curse, I know death follows me But I murder him first And worse yet With each breathe Steps I take Breathless Is there a cure
run I'm the last one standin the rest die Victims of my lethal chrome cannon, Westside Though it's worldwide no one can deny my views Tracked it to my very fabric once the plastic
Put yo lighters up if u a bud smoker smoker I'm getting high nigga Now pass da swisher to the left and slide Cus everybody tryin to get high I said pass
right Casue being fake ain't tight You need plastic surgury Hook: I hear the same ole rhymes, the same ole style (It seems you need plastic surgury
to pass me on and time decides to turn my body old but i?ll always love that cheap perfume messin? with my afternoons and all those pretty women passing
blinded Searching for refinement Curse, I know death follows me But I murder him first And worse yet With each breathe Steps I take Breathless Is there a cure
and the cash and the fast women It's nothing, a lust for the crabs keep the passion and Blaow, kissin' my tablet with firing pins Poke holes in the plastic
right Casue being fake ain't tight You need plastic surgury Hook: I hear the same ole rhymes, the same ole style (It seems you need plastic surgury)