Let my right hand forget what it?s supposed to do Jerusalem, if I forget you Fire not gonna come from me tongue Jerusalem, if I forget you Let my right
parking lots I pull up the dock like Yeahhh Macaroni greens and hamhocks, I am not on your planet like Dr. Spock, Rock To my own tune, Lil' Tune My stomach hurtin' My
B-b-bite the nose off and make it the most of Your king, kingdom, kingdom, kingdom I've lost and I've gained, while I was thinking You cut off my hands
me in the middle feelin' like a man-whore Especially the big girl, big girls need love too No discrimination here, squirrel So keep your hands off my
a distraction Like the food gave you stomach pain When the doctors come in, start the examining I rush in with rubber gloves off the ambulance Gun in one hand
Penal code We both knows to duck when he hear the bike Wit the squeaky clutch Swallow this hard act to follow You could parachute off my slang and use my
the office Heat in my lap, keep me walkin' awkward While y'all talk it, the doc reinforce it The mic, it's hard to keep my paws off it Yo', bitch is my
' to pull it off right in front of the kids Before I think about coming to cribs, I be lugging my glitz so big On the waist it be rubbing my ribs, it'
bitch Ay you screaming for real Chorus (Repeat 2x) All my real live niggas say: That's my shit All my thugs mothafuckers say: That's my shit And if
so called mean, cats sound like Ben Vareen Caught me, diggin' in the scene, 115, Lex minivan light green Watching my cream, stopping my cream Shit's been tried before, my
Got my shit so I won't get apprehended Once again it's on, I gets my bail on Weasel down the Yellow Brick Road wit hoes an my mail on I chops cream,
off is the motto And I be the only chopper that's tossed in the brothel You said it's pathetic, my head is off in the taco I sped and you bled and you
spliff, yes, my gift is to amaze you all Thought I couldn't come for ten my friend but guess what? I slay niggaz and still savin' my best nut (Low rider
chop Walk off like nothing happened, give a fuck bout a cop Touch you with the Blade, take off your toupee Put my dirt in your glocks, sometimes I do my
keep it runnin thru niggas cant even stomach what the D got comin waitin until they frontin and poppin off at the chops boy we poppin off shots guaranteeing
my paper twice I been on wit' out my paper, so I sleep wit' it at night Now I wake up wit' to my paper so I start my day off right They call me Cocaine