fire My kinda woman Someone's yesteryear dreams My kinda woman I could tear down the silver screen My kinda woman Bring back those yesteryear dreams And that's my kinda
kinda hopin' that maybe you wanna kick it in the L.A.C. So later on we'll be rollin' Drop-tops I'm hittin yo' hot spots I'm top notch My niggaz never
on my dick grabbing at my shit, better get to the back of the line You wanna get your shot at me? What kinda crap is that battle? What kinda rapper would
out the window jock my shoe game Cause all my kicks fly like Liu Kang Old player new game I'm focused I'm thinking like I got two brains I'm in my prime
can tell my dollas up Poppin collars in the club Turn the bottles up And all the models in the club wanna follow us It's Mr. Chevy man You hear my song
bitch down and make these niggaz show respect Hook Yeeeeeah, for real Dirty Organization My nigga Big Pimp, Mr. G, Pimpin' Small, Da Burn One, Mr.
to toe So who's the mack? Daddy mack Seeing all the women in my stable watch my back From these, player haters trying to salt my game And snatch my
to stash some money under my mattress. Wine and candy, fine and dandy. Old and proper unity. Community be damned, I see a golden opportunity: Women with
my foot in your ass tonight I'm outta sight, like the planet Mars And when I set my sights, I shoot for stars I don't like small cars or real big women
my foot in your ass tonight I'm outta sight, like the planet mars And when I set my sights I shoot for stars I don't like small cars or real big women
a maggot on my dick grabbing at my shit, better get to the back of the line You wanna get your shot at me what kinda crap is that Battle, what kind of
re the main man with the burgers . . . FZ: "And the burger's my trip." Phyllis: And the burger's my trip and is such a groove, I wanna show my appreciation
my dogs all in sight Baller night, shot caller night, helicopter light spinners And it's barely the beginning Hot women spending big faces for hours
at war with the rappers Good black women sleep over at Cappa's I fall into it, Mr. September Rock my long FUBU shirt in the winter I respect my kind,
gonna be Roxie I'm gonna be a celebrity That means somebody everyone knows They're gonna recognize my eyes My hair, my teeth, my boobs, my nose From just
hoe And if you don't want him to know I won't snitch You can be his girl but you know you'll always be my bitch My freak my hoe my tramp my moneymaker
you hoe And if you don't want him to know I won't snitch You can be his girl but you know you'll always be my bitch My freak my hoe my tramp my moneymaker
let it As for bills forget it, 'cause the way I rap, don't even sweat it Why though when me and my husband, don't fuss, agree Though son, I still kinda
