got little white kids to jack I stopped wearin' blue, wasn't trippin' on red Too busy squabbin' with the skinheads Stupid questions, distract the class Rubbin' little white girls
are lots of special people staying in or passing through And for one thing or another, committed to Parkview There's a girl in 307, coming down on thorazine And a superstar
hood, I'm the ghetto superstar Breathe, pop bottles and roll up weed Bab's strong arm bitches, like I'm Hercules You got a problem, come see the girl
lots of special people staying in or passing through And for one thing or another, committed to Parkview There's a girl in 307, coming down on Thorazine And a superstar
a pimp then what'cha fuckin' with me fo'? Every lady ain't a hoe and every hoe ain't my bitch It take a real trill nigga to recognize this type of shit Every girl
every magazine when you take that final ride Big Pun went triple platinum when his heart stopped On the radio and video stations nonstop Who wanna be next While you a dead superstar
author, man, the same old shit. I want a perfect girl, it's not a perfect world, cause she's a superstar gold-digging type of girl. my dear, my dear,
Otis: It's on you girl, it's all on you, girl! It's on you girl, it's all on you! Look girl, you know that I wanna hit that. You only with it cause you
98 percent shaft heavy Steadily long strokin shit P stands for penetration While y'all parlaying I'm in the back Diggin her back while shorty hollerin Candy girl
soul I was livin' with a blind man's vision And no matter how hard I tried, I could never see prison And to all my dead homies, we don't pour out liquor
at the light like a superstar And automatic weapons cold sprayed my car I hit the accelerator scared as shit And drove one block to find my brother was hit He wasn't dead
Twon girls have di badonkadonk ATL junk in di trunk a bounce Jamaican girls pat yuh front a clump Miami girls let mi see yuh jump, jump New York girls
paying no taxes I'll stick your girl, agnus Flipmode bring the madness Platinum status, rampage I'm the baddest Check the credit, yo you might as well dead
we would act immature Had a thing for south and hackney girls since I was a kid A couple of west girls on my radar I was raw And I was dead sure that
ransom In a tea jar right next to the cookie jar With nose and tits smoking a cigar Beverly Hills superstar Jacky Jasper Keith A K A Dr. Dooom Twenty five dead
I'm paying no taxes I'll stick your girl, Agnus Flipmode bring the madness Platinum status, Rampage I'm the baddest Check the credit, yo you might as well dead
to grind you in. Ur vision came, It kept me out of bed, The thrill that u give?s Gonna kill me dead, Hey little girl, No reason to shout. You
here made off the chain I'm just a fly girl Always rocking thongs with the see-through stockings Gators with the Lizzies Burners for the dead beats