Pass that blunt man.. (Chorus X2) Ya Jumpin outta character, tryin 2 be a gangsta, But u really a bitch ass nigga aint ya, Keep talkin and Im a let the 40 spray paint ya, Everybody knows your a wanksta.. (Verse 1): Thats right, put on the foot locker uniform, I'll fuck around and put a lump on yo forehead, you'll look like a unicorn,(WOO) I never slip whether I got flip flop or sneakers on, Fame'll make a bitch smile, strip, drop and lose her thong, They aint attracted 2 u, U tryin 2 floss in yo Platinum Fubu, Yo shits weak and ya tracks are do do, I got a lung like a chimney, The old heads dig me, I'll put a hungry head in ya kidney, My uncle smokin dat OOO wee, I tell him 2 chill but he steady trippin, Blinkin his eyes more than Eddy Griffin(YEA) This nigga steady snitchin, Til we see em, leavin da crime scene wit a whole lot of spaghetti missin, We 2 hot 2 ignore us, the bitches adore us, They chew a nigga up on da tour bus, Go home and kiss u, hug u squeeze u, The whole time u thinkin its 'cause u diesel(YEA) (Chorus X2) (Verse 2): These niggaz want me wet like a grimlin, Shakin da timlin, When Im around, bitches start shakin and tremblin, Im like a Puerto Rican, Jamacian, and Indian, Trinidadian, Dominican, or Sinican, U wont believe what Im swimmin in, I smoke my Dro fresh outta da grinder, it look like a cinamon, I can do da job betta, These niggaz crushed up in a Coop, likin tighter than a Bob Sleder, U a actor, better yet a actress, Start beef, and do a video pumpin ya black fist(YEA) Dog Im not like a lot of heads, Trust me, I'll put a switchblade in yo nostrol like Radamez, And at the time a ladies man, Icy watch, Navy band, play me plam, My records should be 80 grand, Aint a team out that can do it da way we can(YEA) Chorus X 2 Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com