Got twice as deep, don't forget, you know how low they get Then my homie came through with the Al Capone Suite I have to hit the scene, livin' out my dreamsĬomplete to everyone who kept their ear to the street I'm bout to go in like a movie, but no stunt double so parachute me Raps from the Tommy gun will make anybody run Raps like a Tommy gun, watch how the body run I hit the weed like I'm kamikaze next to the cosmosĬhopping up shit, yeah, with Quipto and Vago She said, "It's so damn dope they might take you to trial." I asked this little freak about my rap style With the force that the courts call the last JediĬause I be getting headaches from these Letterman's ![]() I'm like a Harley Davidson motorcycle, born to ride Its trifling, enlightening, and frightening When they hit me with the thunder and lightning It makes me wonder how I keep from going under One of a kind, once in a lifetime rhymes is written Moving quicker then a centipede on enemies Ha, I'm never panicing, I'm bored stiff as a mannequinīaby its gullible, its Alice in WonderlandĪll the excuses in the world I can't understandĬause I'm a man of these times, the man to get high Yeah, in anything I do I put my everythingĪlways feeling deep inside just like Mary J. Hot like a kettle, when the pedal hits the metalĪ lot a hot sauce, now we got it popping in this bitch I'm so in love with money I keep spending 'til it runs dry Take 'em to the Bay Bridge, make 'em strip, tell 'em jump ![]() Man, I don't have no competition, ho, all I got is enemiesĬall me Doctor J if you a baller and it's getting fatal ![]() I put my rhymes on your block then I run it just like little Darrell That's why I smell like Salvatori Faragomo with the diamond sparrow (?) Baby you turnin' me on And when you turnin' me off I think you better take some lessons yeah, from Diana Ross I'm shippin' birds with no wings All over seas And other people cop em at the hottest degrees I keep money for bail Because I never liked jail And I study A-plus student at Yale They say Andre Nickatina ya emcee number seven Smokin' weed up in heaven Born on 3/11 Tigas and gods Liquor and bomb I look to my pad like the holy kerhan I'm shippin' birds with no wings All over seas I put em where they never heard raps like these I rhyme like calico cats And two loaded gats Now what mothafucka think he fuckin' with that? I be the special shishcabob on the grill with all steaks Call me a Mack truck with no brakes Or better yet a chef that love to bake cakes And get into anybody in any other state Grand wizard(?) baby, look at what I done We used to sex in ya basement now I'm number one With no desire I'm throwin' gasoline on the fire I don't like your record store if you're not a buyer Spin cycle It's sumthin' like a wash and dry And I be speakin' to my P.O with a serious lie You know the Matador The replican, the guillotine The money, the dope Homie, the triple beam Melody's soft but is heavy as weights We got the snottiest freaks With the sexiest face You better poka-bang-bang A chica-chica-chill A tumble down the hill Like Jack and Jill We say spin around broke witch Bust a ballerina I pro blow when Mark with Marina It's time Tiga I was bred to grind ‘N your zodiac sign N' up in the minds Man, the killa whale of hell Yell, strikin' down bail Wet you with the water Smack you with my tail Shit, I'm shippin' birds over seas. ![]() You sober up punk I do it high I'm ridin' the wave in the.
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