cha-ching, spending all them 100s You can be my go-get-man Go get my dutches, go get my luggage, roll it and puff it In that big ass house, I ain't written
pray shit floats You gave me chills to your mind when Beverly Hills Make cleverly deals and now you think you Brooke Shields Hated my foes, now you one of they one a day hoes Used to search my ass
reason why Benz made the E Class Kiss my ass, y'all just communists Got the Soviet Union bombin this Yo I use my real name, cause I'm that nigga Thirteen
blaze And zone out to this frankie beverly and mayes As our days about to pass and them days in the past He set my mind free so my mind free at last So
kisses Niggaz love Jada that hate rap Upstate tryin to get they weight back Bout to go to k-sack Cause I made niggaz believers My voice my flow that helped
blow my kush, my kush rolled tight. Smoke that purp, burn that orange, but just don't fuck wit white. Sippin lean, system mean, Mary J on my team. Smoke
she told me, [Girl:] 'It's all because of you'. And I told her, 'I share hoes with my crew'. She let me hit it from the back with a ass so fat, Now why
Martin Luther King, was buried in Washington with class face down in his box, so the politicians could kiss his ass i guess its just politics, and it sure gets my
wack ass rap, kiss my black ass [Chorus] (Best Rapper Alive) x4 [Em & Jay-Z] \"Can't leave rap alone the game needs me\" (Thanks to Mart85 for these
on the Rampage, Jackson Part of my reaction to they corny ass raps Keep flirting with death and get your horny ass clapped Back for more me, rat tat, kiss
when you piss sweet ass you a ho watch I blow you a kiss To my cousin Jimmy Watson Stay up homie To my homeboy Mac stay up homie If you locked in a box
nigga talk shit I'm slicker then all you and all y'all can kiss my royal ass I get's it poppin like a piece of a ???? My album is dropin nothing now
them funny names motherfuckers disrespecting my country and my people I wish ya'll would get yo fuck ass out of my face Free at last my ass Mr. President
worked on his chops eight hours a day While learning the ropes and climbing the ranks He kicked and he scratched to get his shot And he never kissed ass
it Yea, I'm just a poet with some hangtime I dont really shakespeare I just shake dice Miami nights, made a couple grand Private plane TSA can kiss my ass