bumpin the album right now and this shyt still make me
every time i hear it
pure unintentional comedy son
every time i hear itpure unintentional comedy son
And oh yeah, to all them rap-ass nikkas with your half-assed rhymes talking about how much you get high, how much weed you smoke and that crazy space shyt that don't even make no sense. Don't ever speak to me when you see me, know what I'm saying, word. I'm a have to get on some ole high school shyt ...start punching nikkas in they face just for living

