upside down I like my chicks with them racks I like to slow down the song Right in the middle of that I like to slow dance with girls What you gon' wit
and a mistriss 7 chevys in my driveway im so hood rich before i leave the town this what i told my bitch, i bought that benz for you so you dont touch
backtrack You don't, you don't catch hell because you're a Methodist or a Baptist You don't catch hell because you're a Democrat or Republican You don
God took the bulla fake ? Wreck Boston running shit ? It's hard to face the feet when you're raised in the street No surrender and no patrique Now dance with
don't mention your ice whenever you mention my rhymes (why?) 'Cause my pencil is priceless So what you runnin for? Nigga I'm comin for you, if I'm the hyphen, then you
fuck around with that mic You try to fuck with me you probably fuck around with that white What you a cluck? I psycho spit Y'all writtin' with lead I'
'er with original rhyme shit Fall in line with the sick, cynical grime shit Clinically approved for you to move your behind with Timeless are world girls who get inspired with
t nobody fuckin with us, nobody fuckin with us Who you said was hot again? Ay ay, it ain't nobody fuckin with us, nobody fuckin with us Who you say could
with the beret Next looking like baby powder You know what I mean? Those were the days right there Boston baked beans, girls come to school with mad candy You
to the shores of Japan Good times stayin' up late in Austin Coast to coast, V8 to Chicago To gettin' up with Johnny Cupcakes in Boston And smokin' that
to the shores of Japan Good times stayin' up late in Austin Coast to coast V8 to Chicago To gettin' up with Johnny Cupcakes in Boston And smokin'
change In cahoots with corporations making major change With magnificent watches and amazing chains Plush pad in Atlanta and L.A.'s the same I ball til I'm bored with
that there look at you and be out for your revenue Then even at you and she'll be blessin' you Caressin' you, startin' that mess wit you But you always
bitches with bad intentions just act really This way they love you then they hate you going ? Yeah, going ? they like you then they hate you, going ?
I'm coming back Kinda like Pierce in Boston the truth is back Got a dez on my team but his name ain't Shaq Yeah my team is stacked, I only roll with
moms You God minus the 12 Disciples I pop up, all you see is shells and rifles If I don't like you, I'ma kill you not fight you I bite a little piece
We gettin' money, man, I'll show you how to turn profit In the hood, they call me 'Joey, The Profit' First you cop it, then you cook it, then you chop
you out there dancing Looks like you need romancing You're my American girl, American girl You know I wanna hold you Here's something you can roll to