it hit it like an mpc based on that plot she give me two thumbs down before she test it but the climax is that... i felt that 100 lil mama like to get
sound I'm the only one that papa allowed to hang out in my room With the door closed we'd be alone And mama never freaked out when she heard it go boom
'm the dealer What you feelin', sure you want some I brought my slums, cats play like rums And money in large sums and navigators and guns Baby mamas
and I rap so nasty When I was a teen I did nothing else But pick up a pen and express myself The things I wrote were obsene and kind of dirty But mama
to toe Ooh, ain't tryin' to win no game Only wanna know your name Beautiful, let me know, girl Do you think we can take it slow? Hey lil' mama, how
all move Do the damn thing, my niggaz bang loose Timber, Hawk, it's the big hawk Ready to chalk With the boom ping, ping That make the Dre swing, swing
nervous Cause now the TV's changin by itself, uh-oh danger Cause now I see myself on channel nine on the Gladiators I'm swingin on a rope with a gauge Boom
with a phone and a pager Because a nigga major was selling niggas major Prices got outrageous, niggas started robbing Gotti got a chopper, chop a nigga block Boom, boom
good hay you can stay Hey, what's wrong with the world today? Brothers busting brothers for less than time of day The pay for Hammer's, proper, ain't no Sunshine, and whitey's got your mama
I'm beautiful Don't hate me, baby, 'cuz I'm beautiful How you love that playboy We go lights, action, camera, we here to hammer ya Go ask Pamela or your baby, mama
sittin'' on my aunt's lap The kid like five or six, shit, I will curse back I got it from the older folks sittin' in the living room Everybody had cups stylistic song boom
my aunt's lap The kid like 5 or 6 shit I will curse back I got it from the older folks sittin in the living room everybody had cups stylistic song boom
green But whoever got that white is winning like Charlie Sheen [Verse 2 - T-Pain] Teddy Pain, Teddy Pain, bad man, bad man Make shots, boom, boom, boom, boom
Just like on a.t.e.e.m, I'm an addict, I'm an adict Back at the crib I just cause nothing but static I think my mama-san is pissed and vexed cause she
fuckin problem Do you believe in ghosts, motherfucker? Real live black ghosts Feel me? Some say I'm crazy, these punk-ass cops can't fade me Mama tried
and nasty Don't harass me, after I finish beatin' the chassis Beast in the bedroom, king-size, leg room Turn your whole, world 'round, things that make your head boom
t play me, but still I got the kids around the world goin' Kid Rock crazy Wicked witches be flyin' on broomsticks, Kid Rock be comin' with the boom boom boom
test, I make it fresh, yes Nonetheless, I got to confess, S Pure loving, the way I've been dropping Rhymes like bombs on the beats that be bumping We make you fat boom-boom