of the Zeekers just not get trap taste this lyrical bliss to the brain Sha-Now here there's no shame in my game let me be your remedy man I can hit your
my name to, "Did he really just say that shit?" Yep I'll take a mile if you let me Six-five, two hundred plus and so sexy My leg's going numb from keeping
like Charlie Sheen [Verse 2 - T-Pain] Teddy Pain, Teddy Pain, bad man, bad man Make shots, boom, boom, boom, boom, bang Man we the best never the less
Who be less when they 'fess, against the test And I insist that this, with a flick of the wrist Will be kid not dissed at the top of the list So go a-head
fifty grand in my mouth, you see it I represent for my nigga named Screw, you see it Some niggas claim red, some claim blue, you see it Nothin' less
to pull out but he never got a chance to just a little man, his bite less than his bark yo he thought he had a name ti; niggas tested his heart lossed
never done Put in a prison cell, but one time he could've been The champion of the world Three bodies lyin' there, does Patty see And another man named
They got a ranch they call Number Fifty-One They got a ranch they call Number Fifty-One You can't see it at all 'Less your flying by Just sitting there
est boys around here hoe Flyer than a bird yes but your correct if your guess Is that the eagle gonna hurt when aiming at your bird chest Pow, forget your feelings, I could care less
big my logo/ and the hoodie is over me all I need is the 44 man/ if u fuck with me it blow blow/ all man im Oh so serious/ man I need find so more bitch
addicted to my dick The pleasure of pain, the wing-ding and flipped it (Yea) and never forget when done in bed by Eazy, the name of a Compton hard head
they're addicted to my dick The pleasure of pain, the wing-ding and flipped it (Yea) And never forget when done in bed by Eazy, the name of a Compton hard head
Man, get the fuck out, man! Get the fuck out now, bitch!" "Yo, I can't take this shit! I fuckin' hate you!" "Man, get my shit, man. Oh, you wanna get
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been The champion of the world Three bodies lyin' there, does Patty see? And another man named Bello,
that I'm livin', my Head's spinnin', the clock strikes five (Yo how many girls can you fit in that ride?) I don't know, the outfits will help me decide (Why) Less
This is our world, from here to your hood Lock me up now, it's okay to feel good I got a friend named Flow Who got a friend named Blow With a finger named
dollar bills and run with money? Yo, I want the sex man, just give chicks man, just, just let me touch 'em man! [Slug] Now what If I spent, my whole
in all that? Where's the hope and aspiration? Identities have become corporations, Social egos and media moulds, Scholars of ad-man's dreams. Prescribed
