pussy, I never deal with a hoe who smell like Sushi I know you got to go trick, introduce me Now, blue you know you wrong for dat Slick, hold up I baby blue
my rated 50 are in these chromosomes hell Still these guns blaze on a ten hour swing shift Who I had thoroughly wanted to rip shit Grab the rags and towels and swing their caps
and dumb millenium is at your service Flow the plaque, instigate lyrics then backfile another MC who thought cause he was dipped in powder blue that he
on the scene kid Creepin' for those that's caught sleepin' Don't ever do that I run with two macs And plus my crew back my every move I choose givin' crews the blues
me feel it can I hit it Freak ones wit tha curly tongues sturdy givin' puns Early birds came to put the worm right down they lungs Gimme some little incident when them blues
stress in my hands A bad young man from the Lefrack lands They say I got an attitude, that's rude Because I walked over Elvis' grave in some blue suede
Pepsi Please Ahh, do you remember these? Cigar Bands, on your hand, your daddy's socks rolled down Sticks, snow floats and aviator caps with flaps that
the sky Rocked ball caps but knew My crown was a king size A product of my father's labor And my mother's reprise To keep my eyes past the Blue collar
without the caps and gowns I used to have a thing for buying gats and pounds And I laugh in my rhymes cuz you cats is clowns [babe blue] Smash you down
to decline Verse one: Whattup gangstas, how tha fuck y'all feel We keepin it real, and hold on tight to your steel Let them caps peel, one by one And
about yo, Polluted wisdom Yeah, 2nd chamber, to all the boos Polluted wisdom, 2nd chamber, yo Verse 1: I knew this chick named gina drove a royal blue
thinks he's very cute With his bell bottom trousers, coat of navy blue She loves her sailor and he loves her too When her sailor boy's away on the ocean blue
I swear by god I'm not Spike Lee, I skip my school days (Fuck it) I ran with old heads (old heads) In 89, who push 98's Blue haze through deuce treys
Kid Rock, i'm gonna rock the house biatch It goes, 1 for the trebble, and 2 for the bass And the blue eyed devils gonna rock this place Cause i don't
Y'all niggaz ready for this silkk the shocker shit? (y'all niggaz out there bangin) switch! (claimin red and blue) Y'all niggaz bout it? nigga be a leader
Four niggas in the Chev and we all strapped Put one up in the chamber case we had to bust caps Let me let you know bitch who you fucking with Master P
m rowdy and bout it A No Limit Soldier and happy to shout it Got this tank on my neck, got my tech on deck I slap raps at your caps and try to make my
a can of sky blue for the outline Sky for the limits, blue for the down time Nerves at blast, disturbin the masses of rats with these thin tips and fat caps
