Feel this If your hoped we wouldn't make it, fuck you (Fuck you) Talk with a heart full of hatred, fuck you (Fuck you) And you said we wouldn't cake
The LOX Ask the niggas with the money in the safe and the cats on cell blocks Car parked in the lot, door is locked And the only time the phone is blocked
' get it in the worst way I'ma show 'em how black play, roll the dice Fuckin' with me is like snake eyes I break guys, sit back and watch my cake rise
Jenny's got a job, a cat named Jake Thirty-one candles on her birthday cake Next year I thought by now she'd have a man Two car-seats in a minivan But
if my niggaz woulda seen her See a nigga on, before you know it I'm gone Front of the coliseum watchin girls eyes roam Just a throwback nigga, with the Motorola phone
whip 'em in the house Come through in the prettiest Porsche, the grittiest boss State gotta talk till the city get hoarse I'm the icin' on the cake,
stay very long every time I hear the radio its like every song make me think of you and me getting our Merry on like a cherry on top of cake and ice
favorite DJ's spinnin' I'm all up in the door, so I'm already winnin' I got a lot of women, but I'm way too choosy And then I love my cake, like that
back I promise, dawg I'm blowing up the spot Listen, is only me I got a million dollar corner Feds tap my house phone and they still out of order I'm
sucks for you maybe the Jew is crazy In the stay pieces to death thanks to who baby. [Chorus:] Stay cleaned up on a preacher on a sunday morning, I got cake
one inch punch heart stopper You mess with my own, I'll turn ya to stone, Give ya busy tone from an undertaker's phone That's full circle three fold
[Intro: Gorilla Zoe] Phone ringing off the hook; Gotta get my ass up, scale and some bags; Couple pounds, gotta weigh it up, Work, work, we can work it
red, he's just a white guy, I know He likes marijuana, I like, holding his bitch Make giggles in the sauna, rap when I swerve, ? ? bpbpbpbpbpb Hey bud, I got your phone
can't maintain -i got some big time cat tryin ta split my fame -yo, you see me in the street and wanna scream my name -with some caked up voice, yo I
fuck a bitch to fuck a bitch Girl ran a circus on me Wrangling Brothers tip Fuck my connect, fuck I expect, I could get weight I'll take half of his cake
about ball, I was done dude Now I'm in county in an orange jumpsuit, middle of Texas Call moms, she don't want the phone act She don't condone it, Cam
neck The respect come first then the money and the power We got more cake to make, let's ride I'm a diplomat like Jim Jones, next els and sprint phones
me when you get off work 'cause right now I'm busy An' when I finished what I'm doin', we can kick it I know ya nigga be goin' through your phone But