you Maybe it ain't right and maybe I'll miss you Maybe it ain't the easiest thing that I'm gonna do You have made me feel [Incomprehensible] sometimes pretty bad
yo' hoe stab out with me And you see us comin' down on yo' slab Livin' ghetto fabulous, so mad, you just can't take it But nigga if you hatin' I Then you
finder 'Cause you haters got PhD's Y'all just some major haters and some math minors Tiger Woods, don't make me grab iron Hey yo, champagne wishes and thirty white bitches You
x} You know we gonna make it Get your shine on {3x} So nigga stop hatin' Get your shine on {3x} You know we gonna make it (Birdman verse 1) In one you
choke)'', said Grandfather, ``I know that, you idiot. It was a rhetorical question.'' Above them, Billy the Bird chirped proudly. ``Yeah, that's right. We bad. We bad
make me feel very glad. If you're cracking up from having lack of shaking up. If you're cracking up from having lack of shaking up. If you're cracking
best bet is to take an aspirin I bash it, crash it now you know so stop askin Cause when you ash I'll make an ass of you and only you see Just in
put your hands up if you feel me All the ladies come party with me Fellas grab your girl And let's turn this party out Everybody put your hands up if you feel me
till you can't finish a damn Ham sandwich or your canned spinach or Spam You gotta sip through a straw Shop lift through the mall Pictures of me on my
band 'cause Petey Pablo threw me a bone So I could fetch it, fetch it Me and Petey Pablo make you follow Put the gun in his mouth, make him swallow Do
Betty just slurp, of course I'ma tell you when Oops, my bad that's my mistake, I was just gonna tell you then I just bought me five new Polos 'cuz see
see? One of them clowns one of my enemies Gotta stay down so I make me some heat It's goin down in the mornin on me Soon as they say "Hey line up," let
he was higher than the comet Hey your honor, is you kidding? How you sit above me? Are you perfect motherfucker, how you finna judge me? When you home you
's real is the estate of mind that we're in The situation feels great My man peels weight, so we can fill plates You might get love but you still feel
is the estate of mind that we're in The situation feels great My man peels weight, so he can fill plates You might get love but you still feel hate Through
the belly, make your trunk wave keep your corner paid, make that trunk wave from the cradle to the grave, me and Screwyoo what you wanna do, let me come
you when they wet me up [Bun B] This is H-Town, Texas, tell me how does it look? Taking over the rap kitchen and we ready to cook You can hear us
and complain, hate on my big fat ass bank po-po pull me over say you a rap singer i know you smoke weed, let me smell your finger linger, that the green
