Letras:
Mad In Paris

my hut now" [Mad Mike scratches] "DJ".. "Mad!".. "Huh, what?".. "Tear shit up" "DJ".. "Mad!".. "Say what?".. "Cuttin like a blade" "DJ".. "Mad!".. "So.. so.. so sick" "DJ".. "Mad

And the paint got a gloss Like the chap stick And the chapstick sticky just like the mary jane It's the last one to Paris Puff we can run a train Cause

, I do (SA: no you don't) Yes, I do (SA: no you don't) Yes, I do (SA: no you don't) Yes, I do (SA: no you don't) Damn Miles I'm driving in the mach with mad

Im bussin a oussie, Go On in the pussy I dont fuck wit the booty, When im in the bed still carrey my tooly Do the Paris Hilton and make a prono movie

fuck about brittany or rehab She gobble nuts And look like a skinhead Lindsay lohan can swim in the ocean With two cement shoes and some calamine lotion Paris

stacking, keep tracking, I'm macing, Ya'll slacking, Reaction, Make Ya'll dicks scream I'm more gutter then golddiggers with figures, more bigger then jiggas, and even Paris

time it be the niggas whos album flop, You know, Boat done sank, and it aint left the dock, (Come on) Mad cause I'm hot, he just mad cause hes not, You

operation firm biz so what the deal is So let's see, if we flip this other key Then that's more for me Mad coke and mad leak Plus a five hundred

like new york Other places make me feel like a dork Los Angeles is for people who sleep Paris and London Baby you can keep [Chorus] Other cities always make me mad