, woman About the way you're carrying yourself You're jiving everybody in town but old B., that's me I know what you've been putting down You got a
, I know you guys are the heads of You know, your own families, you know But I brought a few friends And you know, to let you guys know When you step
before the dawn And that you don't know what you got until it's gone I thought I knew what I had but I was wrong And that's why I gots to write this
suicide, bustin' as me is like Bustin' at you in that, situation who would ride? You if you stupid thug, so if you get shot dead I hope that it's a Cupid
yeah, that's me I got franks and pork and beans Always bust the new routines I get it, I got it, I know it's good The rhymes I write, you wish you would I
how I keeps it rest in piece beats it I do it how I do it cuz I know my nigga see me And I'ma hold it down bitch yeah that crown fit The boy got a flow
paper at?} You know I need it {Where da paper at?} I got to have it {Where da paper at?} I got to get it {Where da paper at?} You know I need it {
i increased the crime rate bump this with rapid fire is something you're about to create if you ever ask me for cream ima give you a dollar for baskin
, and sustain, cause I'm righteous In other words, by knowledge and degrees You gotta say God bless, and I don't mean when I sneeze A black man, you know I
I deny your existence as artists You're puttin' out a record expectin' to chart But it's weak but when you speak through the microphone You fail to realize nope, you're
my ghetto queens in jeans That think they're mean I'll massage you with whip cream I wanna spread you legs and said you were my lady ++ Down with me,
I reached in my bag, Fix my sac as i pulled out my orange zig-zags, You know the Kottonmouth Kings the worlds' greatest tag, Team we gleam I spit poisonous
down, Put the blunt down! Put cha pipe down, put cha bong down, put cha blunt down And listen up now! (Sen Dog) So now you know, you better struggle, all you
B-Boy I?m rappin' What?s happenin', so dope got the pope clappin' I?m smackin', on some chicken, what you kickin' You trickin', while I?m vickin' hoes you
, you know you ain't man to go dead up, head up, so I set up to slam a hoe I don't give a heck, but I don't peck on a redneck You wanna pull cards, you
bust yo' ass I peeped you out the sides of my eyes, 'cause I be peepin' Murderous situations, you got yourself knee deep in You're walkin' around while you're
