tell that nigga ya understand You ain't missin', bitch, you ain't on no milk carton You with pimpin', bitch, Pimpin' Ken that is Ho, ya know what I'm
motherfuckers, welcome to the United States of America Time to roll out the red carpet on y'all bitch asses Hailin' from the filthy, dirty South, where
out Now they say, "Fred you need to chill" I been a Bad Boy way before Martin of Will I'm somewhere parked on a hill on the south side of Germany That
you lookin' at) And strangled him off in the parkin lot wit his Karl Kani (*kkk*) I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not I'm harder than me tryna park
Lets sing songs, and dance, and play.. Now, before I melt away.. Here's a game I like to play.. Stick me in your mouth and try to say.. 'Howdy ho ho
contact lenses Got a message in a bottle, hit the throttle in my carro Click and clack my semi auto cause I'm trying to see tomorrow Bought a condo for my top ho
deep riding ninjas Smoke a owl I cant go without it Me and my crew we always joke about it In the back of the tour bus With a gorgeous Little ho just
s sing songs and dance and play Now before I melt away Here's a game I like to play Stick me in your mouth and try to say Howdey ho ho yum yum yum Christmas
Santa Claus is on his way Loading goodies on his sleigh Drop 'em off on Christmas Day And I sing 'Howdy Ho!' Kyle: Mr Hankey! Ssh, i'll get in trouble
Howdy Ho! The Virgin Mary was sleeping When Angel Gabriel appeared. He said, "you are to be the virgin mother," And Mary thought that was weird. [Mary
Kenny! Kyle: You bastards! Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny! Starvin' Marvin: Yeah I want da cheezy poof! Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny! Mr.Hankey: Howdy Ho
yo' force And when I say we won't quit, believe this shit When I talk about a Benz, let you see the 6 And when I'm talkin' to a ho, let you meet my bitch
times Another fool puttin' down the truth, You can't fuck with the riddla' on the roof Mista', go get her, kick the mo' better If she wanna go, fuck the ho
jobs with no fucking bosses But I'm taking losses Risking life and your freedom for a buck or two Still I feel if you loose control homie youse a ho
Well it's the M I crooked letter comin' around the South Rollin' straight hammers and vogues in that old Southern slouch Please, ain't nothin' but incense
fuckin' Denise Or drinkin' Sisco in the park with some hoes after dark Play hide and go get it like a sport But things change, fuck Sisco, fuck the park
it up, nigga Throw it up, nigga, throw it up, throw it up Well, it's that old Inglewood gang bang, hustlin' ass nigga That dope game, flossin' ho, bustin
if we run out, I got plenty we can go get Diamonds on my neck, golds in my mouth This is how we do it deep, down in the South Candy paint jobs with the