So when I rock the tracks that be weird like that, even to this you couldn't catch me with photomap.

My Mac will leave you more cheeky than it japs.

D-O-A, I make you like a big cat.

Feel the rap of a Shaft brother getting dapped like a little from Brooklyn hanging with nuts.

Trap just that.

Tight nigga that a light cigars.

Blow sniffers.

BK feeds the flow spitters.

Fuck you.

Make sure you bring your phone with you.

Twist the situation and make your home hit you.

Rock, rock on.

Open you with the fumes of smoke I left in the vocal boob.

Disabling plugs and microphone cabling.

Smoke filled automobiles I rode daily in.

I hook the track till it blow.

Shit for G's, I rock blindfold with bongos.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Three.

Four.

Ah.

Ooh, ah, ooh, ah.

Ooh, ah.

So hit the road, Jack, and don't you come back.

Shit, I want to make the cheddar till I make bass collapse.

Hit more hoes than Minnesota facts.

Your brain's been tapped by superior aristocrat.

Murder bars, drunk off of snaps.

Pump so many traps, you might think I do crap.

Rip the microphone like a hair wrestling match.

Lick your lips, bitch, cause your shit mighty chat.

You know, Nicky D, these fake bitches be on some bullshit.

Fucking with the triple P. Demolish, wax, polish.

This dick I got will make the baddest bitch topless, jawless.

Fuck around with it.

Red-lid it.

Shit it.

Got niggas in Germany blitting.

Now I'm the new president and selling spinach.

Can't handle get the dinner.

Check it out.

Doc is in the house.

Don't like what I'm saying.

Got the dick up in your mouth.

Chicken, chicken, chicken now.

Folks, I got the mad dick up in your mouth.

PPP represent all.

If you enter.

As we roll.

I am here in