ya, boy Referee mind state, I'm settling the score I don't know what ya'll hating for Wait, wait, know what, matter fact I don't know what you're waiting
Monopoly with real cash, me and Biggie and the models be Shaking they saditty ass and parotta be Somethin' you cats got to see And the watches be all types and
and listen to rap postion to mack , to blow out your back ho's across the map, foe's eat a dick in fact I'm a score, flip and roll like Dominique Dawes
run my fingers through your hair Hold your hand and hope you feel the vibe too You're beautiful mija, I think I like you I'd like to invite you to hit
up and down and at the end I'mma sign And I will humiliate anybody that want it I'm back on stop, it hurts little homey, don't it? Clap ya hands and
cold Cigarette lighter broken window stuck unrolled Rippin' Michigan, we saw nothin' but thugs Me muggin' hoes shoppin', distributin' drugs Hittin' 3 and 7 and that ass just dropped Squeekin' and
ready to pull another capper Hold up my face is on the front of the paper Now they got's me on the run, and I'm runnin' to they catch us I'm talkin' bout myself, and
me nigga 'cause you know my heart is bigger, I'm bound to pop 'em up, and you know we bring them triggers, Rock and roll 'em up and best believe we pullin
my face as they wonder what's under my waist Standin' on the verge of them gettin' brown That's a fact got a fear on their bozack Run, run, run, their
on my face as they wonder what's under my waist [standin on the verge] of them gettin' brown Thats a fact got a fear on their bozack Run, run, run, their
you grew up and went to school with A be the same dude that cross you and try to get you hit 'Cause misery loves company and company loves misery And
some more Loads up the K, breaks out the back door You know the routine, so run fool, here we go Say back channel, keep your motherfucking hands up on the dash And
do is party and bullshit like when frank was home And you got it all boo, I got it all too A four, five, and a six, and they all blue And I don't care
door to meet a fiend by the store And I heard, "So you off tourin'?" I turned and seen this whore That I used to fiend for, that ain't never let me score
And time to lend on my friends Everything's right in my life again Oh babe, don't you take it away And give me days that were black and gray And all
point at the sky and I look up above And a baseball falls into my glove! Here in right field, it's important you know You gotta know how to catch, you gotta know
down to the skit A baby is brought into a world of pits And if it could've talked that soon In the delivery room It would've asked the nurse for a hit