to dis Dana Bumping me off Because the Queen has reached a certain plateau All I do is boo and say "is that so?" Talk is cheap And if talk got any cheaper
: [Originally by Cheap Trick] My mother told me Yes she told me I?d meet girls like you She also told me stay away She?ll fall in love with you And
pound of weed token Beep me at 12 noon After my cartoons Later a peach moves cause you gonna be high soon Now you got your bowl shorty Nursin' a cheap
I know she got a man I'm coming out can we fuck? I'm on my period Bitch the lies So I dropped the trick off at the first stop sign And I'ma holla hoe
MTV and BET got you feelin' shitty Just the dick you used to be my dog Used to be my nigga Now you fake But I stomp on you trick in the grass You little
mtv and bet got you feelin' shitty Just the dick you used to be my dog Used to be my nigga Now you fake But i stomp on you trick in the grass You little
and i kept on yapping Jumped on the title of six hoping the hoe peeps game Hickeys all over her neck so i know she got a man I'm coming out can we fuck
is cheaper My smoke and flows like mystical music And know someone screamin' is chiefa On holloween I pass it out to all the trick or treaters In 1999 them little is will come
I'll vomit illusions, Trick myself that i'm happy, But so much comes out of my mouth it's burning me empty. I think my heart could receive it, Cheap
chopped YOU THOUGHT WE FELL ON OUR FACE? YOU NEED TO BE STOPPED CALL ON THE CHARIOTS, CALL ON AN AMBULANCE YOU BETTER SMILE MY NIGGA, YOU ON CANDID CAM
stayin' with that trick, layin' with that trick All your paper off playin' with that trick At first, all you want to do is (fuck) with the trick Years
Hey, wait a minute, you're a little lost Things keep on changing and so does the cost Of doin' business with yourself Don't want nobody else, no I won
gain wealth Now I can change the way The cards are dealt I've schooled my homeboys Made 'em all understand The tricks and twists Inflicted on the black
' there with the Crist' in your cup The worse come to worse keep this on the hush I know you seen me on the video I know you heard me on the radio But
stroke on, when the thugs cry. This is what it sounds like [this is what it sounds like, this is what it sounds like . . .] . . . [Come on, come on, come on
a picture, raw like the first coat Send my old man a note to keep his phone on My little 'cause'll know cheap tricks are homegrown Travel to a place sweeter
half the time I scribble my name and draw a jackass design Calvin Kleins spilled on the floor, you just got Dogged on the tour, so, send some new whores