Cap, cap, ya link snap, you slumped off in ya Cadillac For what though, some diamonds and a Bentley what you dyin' for Aight hoe, I'ma bake my cheese
like me you know I don't If she ain't got a good head on her leave that ho alone If she do got some good head on her let her sing a song D is for what
I seen on worldstar Introduced her to the world of La pearla Im talking S and M but got her screaming A to Z Talking the type of cheese she used to think
cares? You just throw it in the air, Celebratin wealth, pourin Mo«t in her hair- Excuse me, her weeve- the bluest of weed, Trunk full of white, car smell like bleu cheese
you just throw it in the air Celebratin' wealth pourin' Moet in her hair Excuse me her weave the blue is her weed Trunk full of white, car smell like blue cheese
Uh huh, extra cheese Uh huh, uh huh, save a piece for me Pizza party at your house I went just to check it out Nineteen extra larges What a shame no
the show I'm sure my critics will say it's a grotesque display Well, they can bite me, baby, I perform this way I might be wearin' Swiss cheese or maybe
get an idea I say, "I know what we'll do!" She says, "What?" I say, "Guess" She says, "What?" I say, "We're goin' to the drive-thru!" So we head out
the draw I got a girl lookin' naturally well Hippest chick you ever saw She like wearin' powder and paint Wheelin' in a big Seville She's big cheese
me locked out and smoked out with a half of fifth of Three sixty-five out of all the round trees They'll be Japanese, Majesty's corruptin' record companies Nigga, jump for cheese
my knees And I gotta give love to the green leaves Steadily spendin' that cheese, feelin' at ease Thuggin' on off in the cut now, when I'm checkin' on
' down Steady thinkin' about how to get paid Gotta gauge at my waist that be spellin' out murder That'll get a nigga locked the cage Lay my head to bed
Taxin' nigga's like the I.R.S.; T.H.U.G.'s, we'll have yo' faith out in the streets squeezin' you foe yo' cheese. And don't even try to resist it, nigga
, fall to the ground When the glock pop, make your chest pump blood And takin' too long, better drop it on down Or ya catchin' two to the head Shoulda
like the more that we get, you come with that shit, lookin' for ways to drive us insane, confusin' our brain. I'm settin' up traps for rats who snatch cheese
in the fury, but the ways of a broad Don?t mean you?ve died out of my life I?m hurt, burn me baby, tie down And child hood scars, crack head caused