our sodas with the posers on Vermont, But I don't give a shit, It's on another plane I'm on, I don't give a shit, It answers why I'm here, Nothing as
of your arm I got a woman at home Got a kid on the way I got a girl in New York And four more in L.A. I'm a bad mutha fucka (Mutha fucka, hehehe) I
too late, it's too late He, gone [Kanye West] You sweat her, and I ain't talkin 'bout a Coogi You a big L, and I ain't talkin 'bout Cool J See me at
clothes tailored (x2) Had a fitted cap, now I rock a snapback (x2) Uh, I used to rock a double X L Now the ladies all say I dress well With a nice
clothes tailored [x2] Had a fitted cap, now I rock a snapback [x2] Uh, I used to rock a double X L Now the ladies all say I dress well With a nice pair
I go to church on a Sunday The vows that I make, I break them on Monday The rest of the week, I do as I please Then come Sunday morning, I pray on my
miss the freaknic 'cause thats where my city use to be real sick people from other cities use to drive from miles just to get a taste of this A.T.L.
Silvie. L'eau coule encore, elle a change pourtant. Plaisir d'amour ne dure qu'un moment Chagrin d'amour dure toute la vie. Pleasure of love lasts only a
that niggy put that green up in the sky Off that Al Green, sippin' a OB Who that G from the L to the E to the NCH, MO to the B? Bustin' a 'chanical,
Ere saturday I'm out drinkin boooze ? ere sunday im at work in miami On the yacht with a bottle of CIROC! new york 2 L.A, give a fuck what a hater say
This is a lot of important people Involved in making the Juggalo world go around And this right here Is a special shout out to those people Of course
hope somebody brought a bag of weed I like them flavored blunt wraps Or a peach white owl But here, I'm in a hurry So just pack a bowl for now It's still
Like a preacher or a deacon when he speakin' in church Know it's a lesson that I'm teachin' if you seekin' my verse Like the shocker, the hour be a
my clothes tailored (x2) Had a fitted cap, now I rock a snapback (x2) Uh, I used to rock a double X L Now the ladies all say I dress well With a nice
's a mark with a gun The nosy bitch up the street called 911, now One time his D jacked a nigga and old bitch Liscence and registration, "All I got is a
lost I might look like a girl, But I feel like a rapper Hesta hooks it up when she dresses like a flapper You can ask your friends, I'm a bit of a napper
was the only one But it's too late, too late She's gone You sweat her, and I ain't talkin' 'bout a Coogi You a big L, and I ain't talkin' 'bout Cool J
s where my city use to be real sick People from other cities use to drive from miles Just to come to get a taste of this A.T.L style I'm the M.B.P.,
