When I was a little boy, I've been told a few things, Voices that I believed and I followed, But made me feel so wrong. I believed that I would have
east atlanta 6 where the boy dump bricks but we dont bump the blueprint three nigga box me jus like mesh p cant fuck me like resh p like ali i float like
d to the o-p-e Hittin 03 with the icp I like bass, treble, and the temp stuff Throw kick it in the back of a seventies bus With that 40-o or that straw
Verse 1: Yo yall niggaz wit the muscle yall get clapped in the tussle I'mma hustler, not a rapper bitch, rap is my hustle Show a little booby boy know
"B.F.P.O." Army dreamers "Mammy's hero" "B.F.P.O." "Mammy's hero" Our little army boy Is coming home from B.F.P.O. We've a bunch of purple flowers To
write rhymes like white lines On the nose tray Ice cold, Ice Cube flow like O'Shea Riding shot gun with Chris Martin my DJ Not the white boy, but I'm
tha box, daily Yo weekly, monthly and yearly Until them dumb motherfuckers see clearly That I'm down with the capital C-P-T Boy you can't fuck with me
The Sands on you, lay out blueprint plans on you We Rat Pack niggaz, let Sam tap dance on you Then, I Sinatra shot ya God damn you I put the boy in the box
coming with me x3 Hey Girl you?re coming, come on Talk to me girl, Let me tell you girl. Got you stuck, on my elevator. Get it up.On my ehh o ehh oh.
holler at his boy when he hosts Blind Date it goes spit on CNN and force the war back thru the cable box gremlins(?) are like stage props aimed at latest
tha box, daily yo weekly, monthly and yearly until them dumb motherfuckers see clearly that I'm down with the capital C-P-T Boy you can't fuck with me
him on Nick in the Afternoon He was my favorite thing about Nick Yes, that little popsicle Stick Stickly And he'd sing Write to me Stick Stickly P.O. Box
diamond face style Crib on the coast, marble floors laced out Chase you upstairs singing 'Let's Play House' Drop a seed in her, little life to breathe in her Wanna boy
, them *****z they toy soldiers Oh, that boy colder than Hova unless he sober Like I'm the president, but this ain't the takeover Now, there's the speaker, bring your ears a little
niggaz they toy soldiers Oh, that boy colder than Hova unless he sober Like I'm the president, but this ain't the takeover Now, there's the speaker, bring your ears a little
B., Bryan Moier I miss you man rest in peace To Endeara Bishop Rest in peace little lady To Claira Stewart I love you Aunt Ploute To the coffe boy Arden
on my phone baby wut is ur m.o he go im here baby this is c.o you should fuck wit b yo, im sick like im neyo signed lil b p.s i gota big dick *chorus
