I was a hotties thong I'd be like,"Aww" If I was a cuss word I'd just be like,"Fuck" If I was a rock on the moon I'd be chillin' like,"Sup?" If I was a
Ooooh, this one's called not just another groove Not just another Not just another Not just another one, not just another one Deliverin, I'll deliver and give ya Whatcha been waitin (one
name Biss malla wit the fist in a pistola Dismiss the kiss from a hiss giva Wrist slita, male bitch or witch wit a twist A glitch man abyss swimma, trick
in New York City traffic Hit you in the face with a rock tied up in a fuckin' sock Tell the cops, I'll chase you with a mac-10 Follow your Range Rover
and car insurance Put niggas on the moon and can't pay your burdens I smoke herb and rock a turban Meditate on the world and what's occurrin' A lot
turn to a process I mob just any nigga, I don't care who he I still get doughs, takin off bitches girbauds And lamp with erick, a champ merit cause I
to make a living but a man just got to try If I died in Colbert County, Would it make the evening news? They too busy blowin' rockets, Puttin' people on the moon
time to rock a party We all rocked fades, fresh faded in ladidadi And when we rock the mic, we rock the mic And when we rock the mic, we rock the mic
Nigga walked down my block with his rotwiler A sub woofer on a leash each one teach one The DJ spins a new philosophy into a barren mind, I can't front
-a, tell-a you're-a, you're-a Always, always number, number one without a doubt When-a, when-a he is, he is always, always squirmin', squirmin' Like a little snake under-a
. Fat like Joe, a day in the life Your money or your life that's the life Everybody can't afford ice in the struggle Tryin' to eat right another day another
we got us a convoy) It was the dark of the moon on the sixth of June In a Kenworth pullin logs Cab over Pete with a reefer on And a Jimmy haulin hogs
-ah-ah-ah Uh oh o, uh uh o, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah Verse one: Bringing more noise than pg-we true and flew in life Leave us-jd and rock a party all night tight nigga One
But you got a niggaz life in your hand Young man, just remember that slicing a gram Is a bloody game, like throwin' mice in a fan My words flow like
brining my niggas because we dont stop dis shit yea do Triple 6 brang it real real mutafuka down to pack a steal still i fuk a fly I pac a real
just to save it for another day But I got to make it 'cause it's cold outside Man, I see the clouds coming Y'all see a man on the moon walking I see a
My bitch [? ] pull the hammer, make it do what it do Hustler, a son of one, bitch I'm a son of one My money it got right, copped me another gun [Verse
, a typical American Third generation Swedish, second gen, Aussie Am I street enough for this? Sometimes I'm paranoid like Ozzy See it used to be punk rock