Letras:
Little Yellow Box

it all boo but never say gimme We can, pop yellow bottles push whips in all models Vroom vroom on the Calisport instead of Gucci goggles I'm a fly little

: See black, see yellow with little notebooks drawn See grey stripes bowling down the street Silver streaks and T-shirts so precisely torn Strange

the Wheel of Ezekiel To pop thousand-dollar bottles of scotch, smoke purp, and heal the people Any rebuttal to what I utter get box-cuttered Count how

little reds recovery room In her criminal underwear bra I was naked to the waist With my fierce black hound And I'm cookin up a Filipino Box Spring Hog Cookin up a Filipino Box

you got the rapgames on, but it's all wrong I ride through ya hood in a Mr. Softy-truck Then pull a Mack out a box and smoke hoes Yeah, ya little fucks

s got two hands Just as long as he can see One hand in the birdfeed And a hand in the apple tree He stands in line, just a little behind A yellow moon

your girl but your sister was allright Took her to my homeboy's caddy last night She waxed my jimmy and then the little street tramp Did me on a box

it all boo but never say gimme We can, pop yellow bottles push whips in all models Vroom vroom on the Calisport instead of Gucci goggles I'm a fly little

affair, actin like an adult for once Pluss my hand is up your skirt god damn you flirt What's a little me on top gon' hurt maybe a little but... Pain