a task of infested patch of city goblins Who split how many freaks with box cuts of a high road bellow Heads ripped! Watch red bricks turn yellow Sort
the cables for that quick, clean transit Miser took the big screen; Panic made a business card Ankle out of whack, painkiller tobacco scrap We navigate the yellow
seems Time has stopped, the clock keeps going People talkin' and I'm watching As flashes of their faces go black and white And fade to yellow in a box
it all boo but never say gimme We can, pop yellow bottles push whips in all models Vroom vroom on the Calisport instead of Gucci goggles I'm a fly little
white pulps horribly large in their red pockets "I'm tired of playing baby," she explained 'n out of uh blue felt box let escape One yellow butterfly
We have reviewed your yellow form Congratulations! We find you qualified You have just the right capacity For putting up with our nonsense There's just
comatose With no reps, I put more needles in they kneecaps Some primitive screws, and my, yes and perhaps A little sprinkle of Clorox, in their vocal box
don't take out dopefiends, my killers take out factors My killers ain't even from out here dude My killers some out-of-town freelancers Professional henchmen with yellow
gently In the Bentley All chrome Upset Fisentay Its gettin' hard to function I'm on that Oooooweee that had Marley munchin' They won't see a nigga Little
the light gray wrist shit, flash them rocks The red, the yellow, the green, causin' traffic stops Bitch please, never freeze, gonna blast the glock Then I show a little
hip hop format ? the thing that started us talking way back in '98. The mormon church that raised me was where we set the first date. I picked you up a little
t blew in three years Son of a bitch, that's why I rock the big shit Don't forget who you is, nigga, you my little shit I will crush you to pieces, stop
some razors and a fresh box of baggies, the ones with the tint in them! Aiyyo son turn that water down a little bit, just a little bit..Thank You I need
blew in three years Son of a bitch, that's why I rock the big shit Don't forget who you is, nigga, you my little shit I will crush you to pieces, stop
phony, My little ponys Gudda walk alone and shit my shadow is my army Why I need a nigga when I got my tool on me My little buddy got bullets like the
