hype like I'm unsigned, my diet I unswine Eating beef sometimes I try to cut back on that shit This rap shit is truly outta control My style is too
Yo Scram, you did your thing wit this one (Jeah jeah, j-j-jeah jeah jeah jeah jeah) Shit, we're sounding real ignorant man (We are? Jeah jeah, j-j-jeah
two steps to the side Talk greasy like Popeye's breast and a thigh I got sour diesel roll One hit of this bitch, your whole staff is out of control I
up, party's over, in the cut Slappin' grudges offa niggaz shoulder bringin' ruck Like them wild cats at Villanova hot as fuck Duke or sober suave bowler soul controller
the sun, In my intersection, the guard has spoken (Uh) Sword stroken, If you think you ready for a fair one, pay your token, On my soul train, control
Well, this car is automatic It's systematic, it's hydromatic Why it's greased lightnin' I got chills They're multiplyin' And I'm losin' control 'Cause
top let it drop, put ya tongue in my mouf, can you feel that pussy hole When I heard 'em say yeah Put his hands in my hair, right there made him lose control
it drop, put ya tongue in my mouf, can you feel that pussy hole When I heard 'em say yeah Put his hands in my hair, right there made him lose control
hand on the Tommy If you standing next to me, one hand on your mommy Your arms too short to box with Rob Swipe your face like the Bad Boy corporate card A lotta shit
Cut the music up, please Yeah, I should never leave hip-hop Controlled by my two hands, they go tik-tok Around the clock, yes, it's my time, my throne
can't get a job This is not a song I made about crack It's all about losing what you can't get back 'Cause the name of the game is to control yo' life
got so much funky shit inside my brain I couldn't explain, couldn't explain You wouldn't understand, I couldn't explain I got so much funky shit inside
cause they bumpin' the shit loud Whasup kid? Feel the rush, glad you kept in touch With these niggaz who be puffin on the Dutch Bustin' guns, lay back in the cut
cut off, now you can't breathe Let me give you what you need, a fat dose of the good weed Like a puppet on a string, I'm the one controlling your ass
Let me give you what you need a fat dose of the good weed Like a puppet on a string I'm the one controlling Your ass with the rough shit here to bring
, more like a psycho A Bates type of 'Psycho', cut you like Michael 'Halloween' character or computer wizard Hit you with the blizzard, cut your circuit
