dazzle star I might be Scribble scrabble on the microphone I babble As I flip the funky words, into a puzzle Yes yes yes, on and on as I flex Get with
stand clap hands dance and swerve For the spot where nobody else should fix a hand or word E-Perior bless, since we all wreck mic checks You guess me on
hatters at, its on this song (it on this song) maybe one day it'll settle down it ain't no good it all better now, come on let it now [Chorus] Mood Swing
your avatar Leave the cameras on, told ya partner that he can't perform Brought a torch to burn the building, he think I'ma hand it to him [Verse 7 -
wisdom hittin' the intricate sentences I'm spittin' Cryptic as hieroglyphics, thought they figured it, but they didn't West Coast Fayroll, killers on the payroll 20's on
(feat. Doc Holiday, Starang Wondah) [Starang:] They don't like us [Rock:] Word Up [Starang:] They don't like us [Rock:] They ain't gotta like us fuck
in the night pouring style and form And that venomous shit is what my bitches be on Bitches, bitches be on My bitches, bitches be on [Verse 2:] Yo,
, I bet the price on the fling of the dice, Shorty with me, we slingin' a pipe, Chrome thing on right, one on the wip, it'll ring on your top And I be
I torch hot wit infrared newport dot an once the courts drop it takes me to the feds resort spot hit licks like on a guitar my broads get charged rhymes
be done on earth, as it is in heaven Give us this day, our daily bread Forgive us for our trespasses As we forgive those who trespass against us Lead us
I'm way too wicked, and focused on my paper Spitting Gulf Coast game, I'm a big old heavyweighter Southside Playa, Mr. 3-2 Governor of the game, us real
beat Man, if I got to say, "I'm the shit fool" one more time... somebody gonna get urinated on. And then boo boo'd on And then a nut busted on. Happy
useless, like the right arm on Bob Dole Behold, the manifold of a black Aristotle Roadkillin' MC's, with my hand on the throttle Smashin' em all, mashin
a Macintosh Battle scars, also trynna figure out your avatar Leave the cameras on, told ya partner that he can't perform Brought a torch to burn the building, he think I'ma hand
Who can stop us when we mash for our dreams Death Row brought us some life, mash for our dreams Everywhere we go we mash on, mamamash for our dreams Who
They don't like us Word up They don't like us They ain't gotta like us fuck them son Starang forever like Wu Tang my crew brings drama Hangin' your ass
, his mans, they commit crimes found out you tryin' to fuck with his dime you layed your life on the line but the cards are in my hands I love this rich