now I got an ugly girl and one with the smell but which one should I choose? oh well I'm caught up I know I'm hard, 'cause I'm Chubb Rock but even to
? Once I got you, I'm gonna get give you My, my, fo fo fo fo My, my, fo fo fo fo My, my, fo fo fo fo I'm going to give it to you baby, nice and slow
I ain't talkin' back to that nigga The one thing I will promise you If I want get you I'm gon' get you And that's it, man, it's Crack, bitch It's gon
, better, better Than he can, baby, baby I don't usually do this but I had to push upon you Excuse if I stutter, d-d-damn, it gets no better I'm pretty
You know I keep my ladies straight A bubble bath then I light up a candle and turn on sum Baby Face I wanna know like Joe how everything go I play that
'em feel Touch my private, my thing made of steel Shootin' gizm, she ride like a Geo Prism I'm out in Cali, San Bernardino Valley I'm on the hill, not
I am untamed, I need a leash I am insane, I need a shrink I love brain, I need a leech Why complain on easy streets? I don't even talk, I let the Visa
the Feds against me 'Cause I couldn't follow the plan of the presidency I'm never givin' love again But blacks are too fuckin' broke to be republican Now I remember, I
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me the water, done took Charley's town Boy, I'm goin' to Vicksburg Well, I'm goin' to Vicksburg, for that high of mine I am goin' up that water
Heiny dogg is in this muthafuckin house now Shakin and bakin, I'm stopin cause I'm gonna break it down Now here I come, and I'm a come and I'm a never
like Shines Arrest Why? Because I'm coming out my closet And nothing anybody does can stop it Dear Mama I'm sorry they call me Big Papa But I'm so damn
Young nigga look I'm smarter than Russell Simmons And I got more money than tha average nigga I done sold coke nigga, I done hit blocks I done sold
the mash for better cash When I was ten I used to buy liquor wid no I.D Thinkin' back subliminally the store clerk was tryna kill me I was born in Puerto
H O D Man M E T H O D Man M E T H O D Man M E T H O D D Man Man, man, man M E T H O D, bitch!
the perimeter Two shot, three shot, all into ya On mics I does my thing Agua, I flow like Poland Spring Not from Maine, I'm from New York, mayne I'm
I ain't talkin' back to that nigga one thing I will real promise you I won't get you I'm a get your family that's it man crack bitch It's gonna be a
like star 82 Mad 'cause I'm comin' up and you ain't and I'm buyin' stuff that you can't I ain't 50 Cent but I got bucks in the bank And I got a million