formed against me shall prosper a kuna matata, feet up sipping java strolling up the totem poll, what's my only problem scrolling through my Rolodex, who show up
to pay the price as a result of my actions I'm battling with myself, and every day is a war Curiosity killed the cat, why am I curious George? Gotta keep my nose up
fan I could give a fuck if you play me cause I'm Hood famous Gettin' paper It won't change up Walkin in my Taylors Fuck haters Im getting paper Throwin my dub up
{Meet Eddie, twenty-three years old Fed up with life and the way things are going He decides to rob a liquor store But on his way in, he has a sudden
weak, but I feel I have grown In the back of my mind, I know the difference between wrong and right So if you should decide to leave me, I won't put up
me Lie all you ever do is lie Lie all you ever do is lie I know the road goes up I know the road goes down No need to act so tough Just stay above
court Media, press, They just wann see ya fuck it all up Turn over, make ya give the ball up They just wanna see ya fuck it all up [Verse 2:] (Yeah)
system Its all day, all play got verbs and such And cuts and crew, no blue eyes To emulate, some straight but yea we straight up Funkay Ease back, the
t you know that the proper respect is what we're giving Seems like you wondered each day if the Underground Is going to stay down with the funky beats
? Fire up Call me Poppa Big Willie/pop a big wheely like the bike front tire up Me and Vish nigga We in tip top shape Myspace I stay in a bitch top eight
can't deny it, I'm a straight rider But when we get together, be electric slidin' Grandma, get 'em shook up Aw naw, don't open the photo book up I got
Porsche, Sixes Dime bitches, told y'all before we import those Jury stay froze, court cases get closed Niggas hate Nino cuz how fast I roast them Like George
it burn it Flame it up Hear my flow, I changed it up Everybody grab your gats And hold em, load, sock em Lock em, cock em And aim it up Bang it up Off
be prayin I fall Tellin the feds, that I'm still cappin the raw Know all about the stash box on the floor of my Porshe Boy George-in it, livin the
Meet Eddie, twenty-three years old Fed up with life and the way things are going He decides to rob a liquor store (I can't take this no more, I can't
plained up like Santa Claus I grind and do what I do to make a not And the Cali weather ain't the only thing that's hot Chicken Hawkin', I stay away