black on black With Macs With red dots on 'em Will leave you flat Yo' moms with the black on her On the front level 6 ft. is where you be there goes
of the night With all black on, all you can see is the red light The fo fo special got you hoping God Bless You Girl, won't forget you, once the bullets
and slit your wrist upon fathoming it Accurate intellect, the way that my brain tilts my neck Obeying the will, I select My face so dark, that it doesn
[Juvenile Talking] This on here bouncin all out ya heard me Ask my nigga Prime nigga Ask my nigga Lac nigga Ask my nigga B Dog nigga Ask Manny Ask Ruckus Ask my
back "Its Weezy baby!" The ballers back And the wheels on my car you got all of that Stop playing, I've been balling jack You don't want my glock spraying
it no more I can't take it no more I need you in my life fo' sho My wife fo' sho No turnin' back, it's on and crackin' Pure satisfaction, girls that'
girl cause I'm off into this world got my nose the color of a pearl I'm on my knees pleading my case to my only true judge hoping he doesn't hold a grudge
black Stay in the zone - turn H2O to Cognac On Doomsday! Ever since the womb ?til I'm back where my brother went That's what my tomb will say Right above
rillow I am on my John Lithgow Out of this 3rd Rock, nigga it it out I am on my Tom Brady y'all niggas is Eric Crouch what the bloodclot, Tommy Frazier
type thats out for your cheese and your car keys and write your shit and wool with may love bitch hit your knees on the floor slob my knob until you
thang change I come from O-O-O still down with the dudes But I still got love for my 6 9 roots Little girl black rammy on The story goes on but real players
leave you impressed and I and I is instantaning your simpusle is impaling yo insert it in my ears and my ism start inhaling yo. From ju-jitsu to judo
bitch SP prince of prop, put my crown on my shit My hand in a brick I'm runnin' wit the ROC and my handle is sick Biatch Nigga, nigga.. [Chorus: Peedi
a rillow I am on my John Lithgow Out of this 3rd Rock, nigga it it out I am on my Tom Brady y'all niggas is Eric Crouch what the bloodclot, Tommy Frazier
beat dad So you and your kids can come cruise in my Jag You my boo like Usher and Alicia Keys And every time that you touch me girl you please my needs
off at Kaiser like they did in The Mack I know you're broke, fantasizing like Mariah get a grip on my bumper, rub your clit on my tire You can ride on
in my jeans, I got a cravin My mind craves the knowledge, my pockets crave the cash My mouth craves the brew, and my Johnson craves the ass Who's on blast