[Chorus - Layzie Bone:] What you see is what you get, them bone boy's raw and we got chips, If ya'll act up we load them clips, put a target on that ass
I always wanted to be the biggest man in somethin Had to find my place But the world can leave a foul taste on the tongue Had to dodge a case Had to dodge
help tips Man, I'm just walkin' without bein' led See the world is so crazy big and filled with such risk I just know I gotta dodge them The beginning
high too But I don't wanna brag I Louis Vuitton bag em Hopped out the Jag proceeded to shag shag them Thought he was a queen I dra-dra-dra-dragged em Dodged
do here what I gotta do here 'Cause I gotta keep myself free You're ducking and moving Just to hide your bruises from all your enemies And I'm in the crossfire dodging
of the time that I almost loved you You showed you ass and I saw the real you Thank God you blew it Thank God I dodged the bullet I'm so over you So
To Myself In Public And Dodging Glances On The Train And I Know...I Know They've All Been Talking About Me I Can hear Them Whisper And It Makes Me Think
talkin' to myself in public, dodging glances on the train And I know, I know they've all been talkin' about me I can hear them whisper, and it makes
I love To train my sluts To give brains and cuss Learn pain and plus Get tricks to claim the bust Think they nuts Slurp them up Hook or work 'em up Wake them
Nas and them broads were textin cuz I stop calling them I met the parents watch the game with her father and questions of marriage and I start dodging them
I'm gonna beat ya now lay Fuckin' fly misses Why you niggas at the crib tryin' to find misses Yo I'm gettin' head from the Mexican dime bitches Them
the skin When niggas try to step to the block and bogard We can't see it happenin, warn them first, get the fuck out of dodge Better believe that, test
I'ma end it Hey, I'm that man, man [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Bubba Sparxxx] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Shit, I'm a Dodge Rammer, god damn
bitches get this gate open wide Here we come, so please, somebody tell them to get open wide Got three Bettys and I might go tell them that they open
white lines Rhymes to the beat of a war drum that cries Like mothers whose sons were sent to fight And widows whose spouses souls are all that keep them
I used to play football, I used to like dancing Man, I tried everything, even karate After 5 years I had to pull it 'Cause black belt can't teach you how to dodge
hard With a loud sound like a starting gun It?s race for acquisition and to make more things that glow I got a knack for dodging bullets and flying
I got spoiled when I was young, spoil myself today But I feed at least a thousand stomachs and how I've done it is From the ground up a hundred miles and running, dodging