not fab n buddens no
banks>>>>>> them
You want stripes put on a
foot locker uniform, (yeah!)
I'll fukk around and put a lump on yo' forehead -
you'll look like a unicorn. {WHOOOO!}
I never slip whether
flip flops or shoes is on,
Fame'll make a bytch smile,
strip, drop and lose her thong. {Whoooooo!}
They ain't attracted to you, you trying to floss in yo' Platinum Fubu,
Yo' shyts weak and ya tracks are do-do. (haha!)
I got a lung like a chimney (uh!) - the old heads dig me, (uh!)
I'll put a hungry head in ya kidney. {Whooooooo!}
My uncle smokin' dat OOO WEEE! I tell him chill
But instead he trippin' [2 gun cocks] - blinkin' his eyes more than Eddie Griffin. (YEAH!)
These nikkas petty snitchin - 'til we see 'em,
Leavin' da crime scene with' a whole lot of spaghetti missin'! (whao!)
We to hot to ignore us, [shot] the bytches adore us,
They chew a nikka up on da tour bus. {GET BACK!}
Go home and kiss you (uh-huh!) - hug you squeeze you, (uh-huh!)
The whole time you thinkin' it's, cause you diesel! (YEAH!)