brothers goin' sack for sack in the back of the 'llac Takin' a whiffle, strippin' the fuck up out of some willow Poppin' ecstasy like Skittles It'll get you in the long run
his birthday A.K., Forty's lettin hot ones to the kidney Bootsee muthafucka didn't know what hit him What way, rode up on his ass in a Chevy Baby, nigga
high like Einstein's IQ And ya'll muther fuckas know where I'm comin from Chewin' cats up, like a little peice of bubble gum. Tryin double sum's, hustle, wanna let my money run
you think that lickin toes makes me weak you better treat me like Freddy Krueger: don't sleep I write raps, ready to rip and rock real rough rhymes Run
the mayor 'round election time Here's a suggestion: don't park your car next to mine I'mma start when the light hit, I 'posed to shine Your flow is garbage
wan fi sex up and fill up you body But them nah talk about peelin' off some money For the pumpin' on a bed, when you haf the baby Whattaya think can
cause And you better break bread or you asking for war Trying to come out the hood, pray for him 'Cuz he would put the gun down if he somehow could Baby being born, teenage mother Fly baby
took a while to get em unstuck to my pubic hair finally got unzipped i went to put em down the street but then i threw em in the garbage cause it all
rappin' ass garbage To me, you just a target, easy to hit With that loud bark Stevie Wonder couldn't even miss Then it's 1, 2, 3, baby boy you gettin'
, nigga Like Chaka Khan, I tell you something good I'm Hi-C like Spike Lee within tales from the hood You need it, I'll feed it, baby, check the size
lamp, sittin' in the Range Thinkin' how they spent 30 million dollars on airplanes When there's kids starvin' 'Pac is gone and Brenda still throwin' babies in the garbage
in a garbage can Dirty yeah, yeah Babe, I'm alone And I'm on the highway Wanted dead or alive Dead or alive I'm gone Baby, let me run I'm a spark on
with brooms jabbed in their wombs Slit your carpet and rugs, and fuck your apartment up Sticking up all the drugs, and jumping in garbage trucks I'
The sun is shining on full blast, it's garbage day, Airing my tires and all my cares are far away, You're looking like a million bucks, feeling good and
my name pussy nigga, we can get the shit on, on, ooh yeah Quit hatin' the South, baby We gettin' paper in the South, gettin' money Quit hatin' the South, baby
land sittin' in the range thinkin how they spent 30 million dollars on airplanes when there's kids starvin' pac is gone and brenda still throwin babies in the garbage
land sitting in the range Thinking how they spend 30 million dollars on airplanes When there's kids starving Pac is gone, and Brenda still throwing babies in the garbage
love me She used to write me, say she thinking of me But she don't try to play me like a punk But I refuse to be some garbage in a garbage dump She met