or tramp Debauchee, libertine Primadonna or vamp Baby doll, teenage queen Undefiled or a slut Perfect lady or bitch All laid out for you but I'm the one who says which
habit with drugs Which I ain't suggestin' for beginners In my hood, ain't no winners Just some thuggin' ass sinners Presenta, my life, my life And take a good view
ass The rest of you bitches gon' eat my dust Hit the city limit, lyrics start Yelling, "That's my truck", pull up the red light Trying to watch which
a man, you'd come at me on the mic level But you're light yellow just like the walls on which you write fellow When I first viewed it, I'll admit it had
the gun up One time runnin' up, I got a clear view I got it all telescoped in the rear view I got a whole stash of dope, cash of dope Which one you
', skatin' Bounce, rock, rollin', skatin' I've been all around the world, Japan to Amsterdam Hittin' like switches, dippin', hit the switches Which is
three the hard way This time there was three One two three the hard way A Ludacris Buddhist, boo this when I do this So true to this, perpetrators view
Though I may be booed I view Charles Manson as spectacular I advocate domestic violence and think it's funny Slapping up the stuck up bitch called hip
fled to any quiet place I couldn't believe that she said He meant more to her than I did, just goodbye kid I hope you die kid is what I viewed through
a whole nother album. Hey no no address it address it, this is where there gonna be listining to us and our political buels, views Monoxide and buels. Fuels my views
retardation larvey plugged into the wall, the little short circuit with the still born vibe, till the villagers circled and determand "it is alive", shipped to bell view
write better,? even though it sort of irked me // He said he didn?t understand the process of the imagination but he felt he was at its mercy // Which
other?s pissed And mean half of me?s got problems The other lives a dream Well, I'm bi-polar, I'm confused Split personality, I don't know which to
's strictly, I can't believe he just said that shit Material crews, who can't think straight sober My flows over your head, I enjoy the aerial view Focus
, we We need food What you doin' there? I'm rappin' Yeah, no, no, I see that, what for? Money, that and I wanna get some steady bitches and hoes And
nothin' Bitch I'm grown, puffin' on that one and bone Bet me and Queen Bee be swingin' 'til the honey come Backs get blown, trash get thrown in headlocks, from this view
nothing Bitch I'm grown, puffin on that one and bone Bet me and queen bee be swingin til the honey come Backs get blown, trash get thrown In headlocks, from this view