This thread legendary
Ima need the following:
Ran through enough coke for Castro to build schools in Cuba, teach ya kids how to read and write and use the ruger
Bald head scalawag, ain’t got no hair in back
You, know, B Sieg in the third lane, gram still praying workin on my nerves mane, like son you gotta get ya soul clean, before they blow the horn like Coltrane
Aye yo, I argue wit my muva spring summer fall winter time, get that off the table Cam’ron it’s dinner time, I got a line downstairs Ma I’m in the grind, from 10 to 9 you do your business right? Lemme tend to mine, the food? You cookin pork anyway, I ain’t into swine
Drinking saki in a Suzuki we in Osaka Bay
Wit the goons I spy, stay in tune wit mine, she like damn this the realest since kumbaya, boombaye Killa Cam my lord, still the man, wit the pan, scrilla fan on board
Canary burgundy, I call it lemon red, yellow diamonds in my ear call em lemonheads, lemon head, end up dead, ice like Winnipeg, gemstones, flint stones, you could say I’m friends with Fred.