You get my goat; I'll slit your throat I'll cut your head off while I'm at it We've got a date so don't be late; I don't think eight is all that early
beat you like my son You fucked up comin strong with the GOAT Getting killed with no money now you dead broke If the Liberty Bell rung it wouldn't stop this fight Get buck
I smoke di weed so much... [Chorus:] Everyday and Every night I gotta smoke weed, no coke Mi feed pan grass like goat Grabba affi inna my weed Caaause
Bis oftenly rearrange Moto atomic elements, with a deft intelligence The highest professorship, my English etiquette compels me to not say it if I can't spell it bitch My
get ya dancin son I even got my crew makin hits like Charles Manson kids nappin, can't forget the ransom. I'm not so handsome so when I pickup my pen my
this I feel motherfuckers they goin' say I'm wrong I feel niggaz goin' get buck when they hear my song I feel like puttin' 20's on up in my car I feel
(feat. Big Ed, Fiend, Mr. Serv-On) [Big Ed] My initial's explosive (BOOM!), left my enemies' corpse exposed Cats when they told ya, now D-Body did the
jack me I ain't worried about it cause this tone s gonna back me [Chorus x2] [Project Pat] Who tha buckest up in here Who tha buckest up in here My nigga my
I get my dick sucked by my new receptionist I started out with 100 tapes If you wasn't down then get the fuck out my face [Hook] On my block anything
wit' the goat-ti And fixes the land, I be a muthafuckin' o.g. Ya my taste, thick in the waist, pretty in the face Dominican race, like my twin triple
wit my hood nigga we here now We gon' fight up in this bitch, we gon' fight up in this bitch Who tha buckest up in here, who tha buckest up in here? My
I feel motherfuckers they goin' say I'm wrong I feel niggaz goin' get buck when they hear my song I feel like puttin' 20's on up in my car I feel like
I get my dick sucked by my new receptionist I started out with 100 tapes If you wasn't down then get the fuck out my face [hook] On my block anything
Rollin' with my clique and yo we dick like a Sicilian I bring the drama for the masses, whippin' niggaz asses So get ya glasses time for classes I take my
one of my rants But my lips are sealed. I just want to enjoy my meal And although Storm is starting to get my goat I have no intention of rocking the
and rape whistles The alley cats manipulate the blocks with gutter magic Today my heart beats only out of habit Check it, it's like.. My man Jus used
