's why I got my hand on the pump, jack [Hook: x2] You can get with that, or you can get with this You can get the boot, or you can get the fist [J-Dee
it Before he left, he called the President's home And Reagan didn't even answer the phone But I tell you one thing that's a natural fact You can bet
[Chorus 1: x4] I heard you, you Was fuckin off da chain, Gave my boy some brain; And you don't even know his name... [Verse 1:] You twerkers and workers
ain't talkin bout my watch I'm the same right bear but you can't afford to play You can call me frigidaire because I pack a lotta ice You can spin the
lotto and a record deal It's real, when you don't even know when your gonna get your next meal Even though when you straight, you still feel like you
pitch black grin still white skin You know I'm hard to kill but real I'm movin' in I'm puttin' 22 down while I'm pukin' up blood You know I'm here to
dug out! [Interlude: Pops] [Pops] Look motherfucker you better get from in front of my house with that old god damn bullshit You girlie-ass motherfucker You
Cause white people like me White people like me But don't like them What's the fuck up Are you my friend? Hell no, you're a racist You say you got one
spit, spit acid, L.O.X. Ruffryder you heard? We got the game mastered I told you the pain was comin You wouldn't listen You tried to play me like
I told you Never to trust, nobody but us Now the gats must bust Malicious black viper venomous There's gonna be a lotta white chalk and brains on the
what has been The sounds of sweet soul music and blue-collar blues There were 17 colors for a Chevy all red white and blue I heard them say that you
you, all the dirt that K-Rino do, duck, you see the type of shit I gots to go thru I'm trippin [Chorus] 15 balls and a club to match A lotta these foo
better than Tom, nigga you dumb Your man is real I'll but I'm better than son Do a lotta shows and smash at every one How you seen Tor fail if it's never
t build that pretty white house in the sky I know you wishin that you wrote this song But these same words comin from you, would be a joke You better
red hot Flowin like lava explodin out the bedrock Movin' 'round the block like white, blue, and red top Radio edits reverse my curse like the Red Sox
, I ride these tracks wit no pedels and hold medels, since I was born i've been so ghetto I grew up in the projects called Howitt and if you ran from a fight, you