I was always picked last for teams, I wore my sisters jeans, I was a loser kid. And the teachers didn't care, They just left me sitting there, I don'
I was always picked last for teams, I wore my sisters jeans I was a loser kid And the teachers didn't care, they just left me sitting there I don't know
I was always picked last for teams, I wore my sisters jeans, I was a loser kid. And the teachers didn't care, They just left me sitting there, I don't
jiggie but like biggie bitches call me big poppa I got a big dick and I'd a pop her Yea the kid talk shit but the kid don't front How ever shit go "Give
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah Don Omar, J-Doe, Reek da Villan, Bus-a-Bus Come on, come on [Chorus: Don Omar] that's how we roll, we roll like this [Busta
m sayin, you versus me though? We can do this shit right here, in front of your people See time is money kid, and BS walks And to me, it's funny kid when
Pocket So Then They Sent Me To The Loser Section Collection Rejection But Whos's The Man Now? Still Not Me No Matter How Old I Get Ill Still Be Geek. Same Old Kid
the days of 8-track. Certified bonified pull out the weapon. Rusted. Your ho's gets busted. Run your jules! Shootin up ya damn fools. Leavin' your loser
was more faker than the letters on her purse Not quite the Gucci butters No drawers, coochie cutters And the hoochie stuttered "Y-y-y-y-ou got another Deski-kid
true penalties of fame and the wealth Tell me who can I trust? I can't trust myself Got the devil got me thinking 'bout them ill moves Every damn kid
it feel to wake up fucked up Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell People look at you like you's the user Selling drugs to all the losers, mad
in the bed but The phone's tapped anyway, Maggie says that many say "They must bust in early May, orders from the D.A" Look out kid, don't matter what
last, leader of the class, see From London, Long Beach, and down to Tallahassee Ladies are pleased, I'm not wearin Lee's The Kangol is mine, the godfather is E I bust
8-track Certified, bonafied pull out the weapon Rusted your ho's gets busted Run your joules, shootin' up ya damn fools Leavin' your loser lazy lyricist
so play the odds out 'till April The tapes will grow so we can buy posters and staples I bet that kid Slug will bust flows, if you ask nice It's Friday
effect so play the odds out till april the tapes will grow so we can by posters and staples i bet that kid Slug will bust flows if you ask nice its
