Woke up in the A.M. toasted out of my cranium Gotta take a shit took a dump
in the Mediterranean Flushed the toilet hit the shower Snatched a fit up
out the clos' Miles of a '96 broom handle Hangin half way out my
drawers You niggas better feel me I got patrons to serve Nigga got to
starts pay props will deserve Fuck my (trumpium?) smile my
(benevioulum?) Might do dirt fuck you on my way to see these
chickies Cause in this cheese yeah really She likes to go ah,
downtown She likes it when I, pound pound Hears it when I crack
it Call me Barney Rubble stick the juice down so duck Had the pussy
poppin bubbles Scratchin the paint off up of the walls Pickin off in them
drawers, rebel without a pause She could feel the next stain swimmin in
Niagara Falls Now no matter extra meal, managin the place All up in the
motherfuckin' tall can face Streets make you broke, Forty Water ain't no
joke Make way, say hey, check my display Buck the shit to your
tape And youse a bitch if you ain't got no clit (Chorus) 40 took a
forty to the fuckin dome And now they got me spittin on the
microphone... 40 took a forty to the fuckin dome And now they got me
spittin on the microphone, beeitch! Drunker than a motherfucker spittin that
shit High rank, nigga poor Skat scratch taller than Manute Bol Cash
rules everything around me 40 why they why they get the money Oh tell me
baby that no catch a bitch while 40 7-11 me and a (staircase?) mo
weird 1-luv to my niggaz in the youth, dog Gettin strong, bulkin up,
drinkin prune oil Y'all say me I need some extra whoop I think I need a
drink The waiter got me fuckin like me right in here bitches sooner than
I think The LAPD's on crack man They shot my nigga Tone Tucker in the
back man Prejudice motherfucker! What niggas need to do is lay low key
now Squash the fuckin uh-uh start nothing Hang with tactical edged
(staple?) highly easy to be converted to a mack-1 Twice as righteous,
makin poor boys like us Drink with me, stackin bass And I'm gone for
home I drunk a 40 to the fuckin door (Chorus) I'm no guide, don't call
me hostess Niggaz don't you know I'm addicted to explosives? Lookin for
the bed bugs, buy a sleep light Be ready for the tip-toeing phantoms at
night When I open em for rent Smokin something for the hatest terminator
instigator Nigga just bought from Traders Tyler you lookin all for some
of that bit you got a nigglet your life is set why you ungreatful
motherfuckas you better get somewhere where they love you at I've been
struglin strive so hard to make my shit obese Paceing back and
forth Gritting my teeth C-C-L-L-I-I-C-K Northern California beat I
feed your ass Lookin ambitious as the motherfuckin bumble Soundin' off
car alarms My shit ain't nothin humble Gotta say wassup to some niggas on
my team Niggas like Rec-Street and Nicky motherfuckin green
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