(feat. K. Terroribul) [K. Terroribul] I get Alzheimer's listen to your biblical writers and biters to fibbers like your motion picture script writers
singing:] You can't love, but I bet ya Yo can't hine yeah [Verse 1:] Here we Gooo The 1st time aroud I left the cars at the house And I put the diamonds
easily influenced by the niggas I'm around See that Aston Martin, when I start it hear the sound I ain't never graduated, I ain't got no cap and gown
it, nigga All white neighborhoods, you they favorite nigga My top back like J.F.K. They wanna push my top back like J.F.K. So, so I J.F.K. Join forces
Swazy flow, kind of style? Ask any nigga living, they'll say Offishall Get files the IRS couldn't capture Rapture like Anita, prophylactics like Bonita Bet ya my OSAP, K
mix Wasn't taught shit stressed out supportin' your bitch Let the eyes shine, easing my mind with white wine It's your lifeline, sqeezing my nine the right time 'K
heart beating from my chest I tried to call the cops, that type of thief you can't arrest Pain suppressed, will lead to cardiac arrest Diamonds deserve diamonds
' Don't want her man to know That I'ma hit when I'm finished I'ma hand the hoe Back to her man befo', he even have to know A weddin' ring ain't somethin
m like Oh-you-are? Don't be talkin all them lies like I don't know you boy Don't be talkin all them lies like I can't show you boy (Yea) Put your money
used to be 500 k in the closet Now it's a couple M's every time I deposit Tell the young boys it ain't really nothin', it's lojik Stack whatever you get
in France Diamonds blue, business manager?s Jewish and if I get sued my lawyers Jews some girls do, grab the cojones say you got enough diamonds to at
headed downtown Carwash like blouw Let my girl drive the chevy while I break this tree down Roll the window back up Good, turn it back up Ugh, UGK Diamonds
headed downtown Carwash like (blal ?) And my girl drive the chevy while I break this tree down Roll the window back up Good, turn it back up Ugh, UGK Diamonds
keep things straight I'm late for everything, money is joy I run the rap game like a ol' D boy I can rock gator boots an' wear K Swiss Put the diamonds
on the side Shotgun shawty holdin down the whole half Young Soulja Boy make the trap go ham Yellow diamonds on me, yeah bitch I paid cash 500K, Mr.
Woke up, got my K Soulja Boy tell'Em, full gas no brakes I'm headed to the money, ain't shit funny smoking chronic, I gotta roll hard like my first name
rap shit f**k they talkin bout Niggas cant sell records so they blame it on tha South I be all through Shreve-port Louisiana ballin Like who the f**k
