, I'm the number man, hot like Summer Jam Slick like Fonzarelli, and Rich like Cunningham I stretch them like rubber bands, I make them say Oh shit, the bitch got up and
to play games And she don't care who she play wit She do what she do And she gon' get what she gon' get She hit the club And she gon' make her money
Tulane Drunk and drivin in two lanes Dirt Reynolds, that's the new name Dip out and handle a few thangs Bet I come back a rich man Some of these cats
and head back to the hood, when im movin my rock you can find me, on the dark road, dark clothes yay in the console and god
ate it with a dipstick Made a couple of crank calls collect "Ken Kaniff from Connecticut, can you accept?" I wanna make songs all the fellas dub And murder every rich
my world, you know the procedure Nothin' but playas and trues, man It's a Jhaz thang And a sista gets wrecked for her domain Plain and simple, Ken Dawg
Manger feel? Respect my aim because I aim to kill Hahaha, Old bitch ass n-gga, Abercrombie and Fitch ass n-gga, I talk rich shit because I'm a rich ass
do the Manger feel? Respect my aim because I aim to kill Hahaha, Old bitch ass nigga, Abercrombie and Fitch ass nigga, I talk rich shit because I'm a rich
and she a G and said "what's up for later?" I said "I'm 20 East, I'm headed to Decatur" And muthafuck the hater It's about this making paper And while
wit luck as to rollin because Gansta Blac cant get fucked look fool we creepin on Ken from Martin Luther and we wit me aint nuttin but Prophet and thugs and
with the gang that don't need no intro We run from East Long Beach to West South Central Credentials, to kick flows and rip shows, dip 4's and pimp
, please let me go I can't take it, the head game's sacred Even suck me and Tigger off in the basement I fuck mad hoes, and they ain't get no cash It
want to set me up and kill me yeah i mean these motherfuckers seem to be all about dreams havin my cake and eatin it people see wea-ken-ess and greet
hair And everybody stop and stare when we come in the place And I can get on the mic wit' no time to waste Get right up in yo' face, kick the flavor you taste And
Keep the wheels movin' all the way to Walnut Grove And I know, and I know, we're gonna see the money flow We get the truck loaded with some chicken and
, and leave the board drippin Me and 50 are like Michael and Pippin Ryu and Ken, whoever you send, I'ma rip em' I'm added to society, mainly wit my system Run and
man, I'm in it for the truth Ain't about any gold or the ice Sneaks and close is just part of the hype MTV sucks big time Cribs and bling - get a real
spend your life stealin' chickens from the rich folks yard Don't play me for a fool. Even if your band gets dropped from Dr. Dream Chorus: You ain't black and
