I can cater uh I got the diamonds in my teeth flow Memphis is the reason that my rhyming and my speech slow Peep though, when I get fed up, it's sped
I'll bust all you cats in the game for malpractice I'm in Jersey, where I'm paying no taxes I'll stick your girl, Agnus Flipmode bring the madness Platinum
to Tel Aviv Y'all know it, shit, I don't bluff and no dough? I dont fuck 'em, fuck, I'mma fake for? Make mine's, I'mma take yours 'Cuz I'm no nigga
is couraged, I get wild So don't make me angry, you WOULDN'T LIKE ME when I'm angry I've got a lot of enemies, and they'd all like to bang me (WHAT?)
kill when I say so Before I rolled a zone, I could court a zone I had to feed myself, *** I was on my own Now I push *** bigger than the President I'
do (God damn!) Nigga, I ain't tryin to please you, know that I'm no joke, black, you can quote that, I wrote that I hold mac's with 2-1's Plus the deuce
and I'm 20 Age ain't nothin but a number, baby Hey look, I'm young but I'm real strong Heh Hey look, I know that, I know, I know I can't sport you around
black Madonna Get my back momma Got that Mac persona I'm a P.I.M.P, I'm the uncrowned K.I.N.G I'm from uptown never tempt me cuz its like nevada Ill leave
be cool, slow motion for me I aint gotta tell shawty, she no im thuggin Booty rubbin in dat dance do dat turn ya own I f yo emotions start trippin den I
I don't back track, every single sound for me different I don't own no ice, just got clean rap Don't ever two step, I just rock, lean, snap We could take
in the house Call me Captain Kangaroo and I got money in my pouch And, I dont mean loose change when i say, money in the couch Im gettin paid thats what I
like ya slow I go Ya'll need to stop actin like ya slow I go hard Ya'll need to stop actin like ya slow I go hard Ya'll need to stop actin like ya slow
your clothes you like WHA! I got a 20 of trash, y'all smokin 'dro I'm like WHOA! And I'm bootleggin' your albums, I need the dough, you like WHOA! I know
like GMG to let the world know I'm Sucka Free like Botany Boys I'm Mr. G living the life of Luxury F-L-I-P is who I be hittin a switch wit A.P we millionaires
's dope Cause I'm a cliffhanger, no, I ain't a stranger Yo, I'm Toddy Tee, and I'm a Compton banger Wanted by the F.B.I. for transport of Sucker MC's
sleeves reachin for my rugger that's behind my AC Fa sheez I pull up on em slow and hell naw I ain't hesitate to squeeze cause I'm a tiny loc Line presser
TO L.A. same shit, different day, mad cash to play When I walk my chains swing I drew swing hevily ill from Beverly Hills I paid 20 g's damn son it better
of boulders. Check out my donk it's dirty brown, I know it's dirty brown boi! [Chorus] That's what we on now! Yeah holler, I got 20 bucks and I don'