dro, rock the most expensive clothes Cars that we ride ain't out this year I got diamonds on my pinky, on my wrist and on my ear Baby, I'm a chandelier
old Bobby Brown and New Edition shit That's some old real Michael Jackson shit, I'm comin' with Crazy Vic Let me hear you tryin' to copy my shit, fuck
my mink long with my coat on My song playin, my CD pump that I wrote on Feather in weight, my sneakers light when I float on Takin my glasses off, butts
my own bomb Two big green mitts, and tails on my arm You in my way my man, yo B excuse me I didn't call your girl, why accuse me? I think you're insecure
panties to the side I know this girl with boots on, she's turned on by wearin G-strings She likes her thongs with my fingers all between her cheeks She
manager Slash fan, half of y'all, think I'm the elephant man Look through my records analyze me like I'm michael jackson Collect my vinyl dj moves spinnin on my
light skinned friend look like Michael Jackson Got a dark skinned friend look like Michael Jackson I played, 'Ready for the world', she was ready for some action My
stepped in the room Dressed in black diamonds like a f-cking monsoon Back from the dead but they never found my killer So I jumped up out this grave like Michael Jackson
street, steady re-loadin' my weapon Like a brass knuckle, and my soldiers I mean shoes I mentally retaliate, ya think ya slick You not gonna bounce, you not gonna bow Hoe you on my
looked at me and did the bosa nova I smiled at her and then just walked away then the lights came on and it was over to my surprise, she wasn't a girl
Jean suing Michael Jackson for child support, Rhyme is thought, what is it? Lethal, Damn you'll get hurt, Cos I XL like the tag on my shirt, I'll have
always will! Never move to Hollywood, uh, keep it keep it real! (Real!) Mind on my money, my money on my mob! and my Benz! and my friends! and my
you tryin' to play me like a silly clown Don't second guess it, girl, there ain't nothin' to think about 'Cause you got me feigning, but girl you don
Chaka Kahn! I met this girl named Tammy, I ploughed her in Mami, the way she want it gettin up on in my studio while she landed the grammy. [Applause]. All my
stepped in the room Dressed in black diamonds like a f-cking monsoon Back from the dead but they never found my killer So I jumped up out this rave like Michael Jackson
who stepped in the room Dressed in black diamonds like a fucking monsoon Back from the dead but they never found my killer So I jumped up out this grave like Michael Jackson
Jones She a bad bitch, I give a dog a bone My name is Weezy baby not Sylvester Stallone And thats word to my drummer Word to my drummer Talk shit, but my
wit it then it's on) Yeah, so see you tonight All the while I'm hopin' she would inhale So I could be like Michael Jackson and enjoy myself 'cause (