I know what I need, I know what I like (Breakdown): I mean no one else was there No one could do it better I'd be my own biggest fan My worst critic
m out for the big bucks and NO WHAMMIES You can't stand it! Make em feel the impact and I ain't even in Miami Handlin with my man 'nem in Atlanta And
fucking with my cheese oh you fucking with my paper Bitch you got to pay the piper even if you straight rape her I ain't mad about my girl licking pussy
up out my way, Bun Beeda handlin biz On my sheeit [Chorus] [Bun B:] Well if you had yo'self a pimp and you had yo'self a G And you put 'em both together
Yeah, I feel it, uh-huh Yeah.. yeah, yo, yo [Killah Priest] The mouth and tongue of Malcolm Tellin' my publicist, fuck this government Go 'head and make my
'm tryna kick it the King Kong way Caribou Lou and got the music machine on play All I need is a chick to suck on my ding dong, hey Get my head right
every car that I rolled out triple deal wheels to match my grill How you haters feel to see the pimp and the gangsta ridin off this here? my diamond
and a white man stiff and still Lying there by his lonesome self and I figured it must be Bill So I thought of the contract I'd made with him and I
hated me... but like a martyr i drove my self harder and harder blood in my eyes. scrubing to get the dirt off didn't say much didn't like to take my
together Swangin' through yo' hood, diamonds on the wheel When you see a pimp shinin', bitch, tell me how ya feel I call my motherfuckin' swangers on the slab, money on my
do my dirt Balling down on Beale Street, sipping on a pint of syrup Chopping up the chronic weed, picking all the fucking seeds Trying to slow my roll, in my
feel the impact and I ain't even in Miami Handlin' with my man 'nem in Atlanta And they play me 'cos they know I bring the kinda shit you feelin as I'
?re down the back of my sofa Feeling like a rolling stone Playing the guitar on my own I?m the apple of my eye If only I could keep myself sober i?d
'm coming through and my glock lead'n And they stop breathin' You tell his muthafuckin mama stop grievin' Cause we're not leavin' Until she know how to feels
and a white man stiff and still, Lying there by his lonesome self, and I figured it must be Bill. So I thought of the contract I'd made with him, and
my fat*ss No lies, I won't even close my eyes. Turn aroun', when my back faced In yer face, it's replaced. Spit my lyrics in yer face like mace. [SOV
ve tied my blindfold tightly, i'm cutting my hair. i'm a bullet and a target, and i'm drenched in splattered blood. i've learned my lesson one time but
But get out of my weathered face with all that sunshine Get out my weathered face with all that sunshine Get out my weathered face with all that
