from the store to Japan Her p-ssy need to blocked and reported as spam Bong! Interscope up in this dope and I sell it My voicemail is full, got bitches screamin' inside of envelopes And
We been goin' back and forth She the one that I adore So I tried it in aurar Conscience intervened concentrating on my cream I'm tha king, make a move
backbone slip You know it ain?t right When you?re screamin? in the morning You got Kings at your table They?re just a backstreet bunch of clowns Steppin
Win"? And I say, "I am stupid, I'm just here to get paid again." I went and got the Field Mob niggas and made 'em friends And I Fleetwood Mac and Chevy
the cools and molecules, here read the articles Everytime I build the plan and killed the man MC's got smoked without a filter and skunked them up like marijuana Terminator of data and
Be the number 1 smuggler in the area Got enough weed to fill up and air craft carrier Erb slanger, Hasila Incorporated State to state and over seas gettin' faded Buddah king
a seat, park it By the bar so they can meet the Vick With deep pockets And them dudes by them cars that turn 'em in to sweet objects Of desire big rims and
bar to rip in buildings, mami [Chorus: Jay Black] If you got love for me, then do your little dance for me Turn that ass around, (turn around) and keep
Beckham", no soccer (no soccer) And no doctor can diagnose, the symptom when I approach My victim, from the back and tie the rope (rope) And throw 'em
and stack a bankroll But if you real and you down and in public you don't clown Holla at me, I'll be around, Mike Jones But if you real and you down
gun. Bustin boys down, suckas is a clown. 713 im the king of the town. Im still underground, im still hoover Screw. (RIP) Im still comin hard and im
everything we do is illegal Im fly like an eagle, eagle Listen to you rapping and I whip it like devo I aint a clown dawg cash invested Friends ride bikes black vests and
swallowing ****, being chased by jake And the sound of the razor keep hitting the plate And tooters is flab with ****, with **** and them jeans We chew through it, like we coming down off **** And
you snap the necks And chase Manhattan endorse my mic checks Upset, poet threat Just collectin' my debt, yo I'm overpaid in dues Blood tears and sweat
get loose troop 101, with me and you, and me and you're whole crew You heard about the uppercut is that's what's wrong fellas You're all chickens and
and tired of pissin' on this track Newark represnts lovely Redman and the Shaq for the '96, '97 Jersey is representin' always and fo'ever fo'ever and always Prince Street, where ya at George The King
' in business, so learn a lil' somethin' And stop runnin' your mouth, you're on the verge of squealin' Bitch made catchin' feelings, nigga Outlaw niggas, are you ready to clown
or Venice Beach high profilin' And all that shit and I happen to play along With your stupid little skip but I'll just kick it Yo, go ahead and write