: just below rainbow lasers through artificial haze and rock-n-roll in a wild winter storm, barely attached to the road underneath a futon bed, covered
intoxicated on the sand Laid amongst some sea glass and carrying on like children often do Then I bent down to pick you up And dance an imaginary ballroom step
a nigga bent real quick Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike (c'mon) Anyone - Tyson, Jordan, Jackson (uh huh, yeah) action, pack guns, ridiculous (ridiculous) And I'm quick
rappers sell-out pop and other MC's slept I ain't in no playin' mood, so nigga watch your step 'Cause if you cross the boss, you go to bed quick Know
up I stomp holes like the ground ain't paved enough Inform the former, the first step was a warm-up The next step'll bomb on where your car alarm was
cum on them Then they'll run and tell her friends how she found another sucker To pay a fee for pussy but not me, motherfuckah I move quick with my
definitely ready to spread them hips, psst ohh Shit stink you seen me in the lex so sick with the beat dude Talk shit and quick with the heat too John
tell wifey that you're not in the mood But then the game got stale and your face grew pale When you came home early that day feeling ill Stepped through
with a red neck Violent j gonna step to that red ass neck Bitch you're a red neck But I gives a fuck I'm bout to step I never met a southern belle cowpolk
with a red neck Violent J gonna step to that red ass neck Bitch you're a red neck But I gives a fuck I'm bout to step I never met a southern belle cowpolk
the whole meaning of a hound dog Butt sniffin', dick lickin' All kind of wrong y'all I'm in a club Smokin' on a square Step on out to get a little fresh
's the whole meaning of a hound dog Butt sniffin, dick lickin All kind of wrong y'all I'm in a club Smokin on a square Step on out to get a little fresh
're rapping wackey, your whole wardrobe, your colored food stamps Department of agriculture scheming like a vulture I burn your sideburns off on tracks like John
niggas better stop fuckin' wit me I hit the clown in the dirt Jump on the top wit a drop that nigga down in the dirt The first nigga quick to get it
final blood-soaked night Those lunatic eyes, that hungry kitchen knife Ah I see sir, that I have your attention! Well, could it be? How often I've asked that question Well, then in quick
they be smokin' Got cali niggaz loc'in, New York niggaz open John Hay phenomenon, the mega bomb Transformed in a firearm like Megatron You get stepped
neon Little RC stepping up with his G on, he on I learned from the corner dons, the cops, the cons The sugar daddies, the tricks, the johns I was quick