yo Miami and North Carolina like family yea Spoil a nigga like kids with cotton candy Yo Va. all the money makers generate Shorty driving around still making ten a day L.A
who's schine Thats why everbody want a mother like mine A bralley be, with a walleys be That aint bigger dude's thats smove since balleys be Girl you
its over And grab you with a crowbar and snap you in a coma Drug you with my music son, you'll never sober While your chicks on my Boeing on a leather
what he says action crash you grab your head and spend a couple days in bed then those two they become ten then one hundred all those girls stand by your side a
for a nickel Still dippin sticks with a throwed ass bitch Roll with fuckin killers, we all got straps Workin those lips, but I dont mean a kiss Slip em in a coma
like dat, old dog knees Yeah, yeah, niggas up and guns up (What) The other day, a me a pass through (Mona?) Buk upon, a nice girl name Ramona She a date
flow it flows a little bit like this, With a rap a dist and a, Swift rap on the wrist a wrap and a kiss, Like Hershey's wrapping a kiss shit. I got
my daily selves; and in the body count of a new day: side-streets slept on, leaves black-bagged, a broken umbrella curled, as a dying insect, on a sidewalk
, but I rip more blackstreet's than teddy riley I'm not environmentally concious so fuck an earth day on my worst day I could kill more slanted eyes than a
fathers vein And watch a nigga die like Sugar Hill I'm sicker the a transvestite gettin fucked by a paraplegic I say dumb shit when im weeded Your girl
with your pussy ass crew trying to get a load of Boo I be the one to bring the pain bring the rain on a sunny day smiling in your face mean mug it with
a girl that can understand me? Pull me out of this coma.? Remember out at the club, kissing and touching and so in love? Pull me out of this coma.?? There's a
do me New York to L.A. say what I play So catch a runaway smooth like a Billie Holiday You couldn't bag me, boy, with a hefty Train like Rocky but still
home At the time of the morning Sunrise, Sunday morning, 6 A.M. One day, there?s a Sunday coming closer Where my typer might be hyper With the fire of a
dice lets hope for a day where I don't care about the risk run and all my bitterness converted into wis-dom um, I can't fuck a fuck broad who is dumb
have to say To what I have to say There's a time and a place, we hide behind An alternate face When the freak needs a nurse you comply With the
sold 350 the first week the day after I'm coming at you on a smurf beat Becuase he got the base to hit you on the head like a 4 by 4 Now back it up for
doing it is love yo Miami and North Carolina like family, yea Spoil a nigga like kids with cotton candy Yo VA all the money makers generate Shorty driving around still making ten a day