All you guys, Timmy's in the park with the door.
You don't get marked.
We got you.
Cause you in the bus.
I'm going tap, tap, tap it up.
Rap, rap, rap it up.
I'm going tap, tap, tap it up.
Rap, rap, rap it up.
Love this.
Love this.
Love this.
We gotta end up
Fine line freestyle, you know I feel it, dude.
A clown rocking a mic, this is my first rhyme, first time.
Paul Maddy, you and I Represent celibacy, represent suck life, pull back
I'm going tap, tap, tap it up, rap, rap, rap it up.
I'm going to tap, tap, tap it up, rap, rap, rap it up.
I suck like soundtrack in my life.
Love this.
Love this.
Every tap means something.
Love this.
It's like all my lines, all my raps, all my tracks mean something.
What, what, what's happening?
Big boy clunky dick rap, you need medicine.
This young kid trying to rap, but I'ma back the king mess.
Look at you in the right eye, but ain't Mexican.
In San Antonio, boy.
Call them classic.
They think about Pink Floyd.
To the place you can feel how I'm feelin' Lookin' what the diet feel, so you need some more ink, boy
All them girls wanna bite it, could not be popular, but fact is, they'll know if I like it Homos on the outside, but got some light in me, need a white girl tonight, but white bitches
Keep reppin' reppin' from a click to the Kim Thit Nid Southside and see Thit Roy Sark, man can rap cool
More fame, more gain, more pain, I get more tap tunes I'm gon' tap, tap, set it up, rap, rap, wrap it up Call me that fat, we see me cashin' the money
I gon' tap, tap, tap it up, rap, rap, rap it up.
Right, slap, let's tap, trackin' my life.
Love this.
Love this.
Every tat means something.
Love this.
i say hell yeah
Taking the pain like it ain't no bang bang
When the needle gun go bang, bang.
Ha, ha.
West Coast, California, tatted up.
Then it's tycoon time.
My port moon matters.
Throw your motherfuckin' X's up.
L.A.
Top a.k.a.
Los Angeles.
We get it poppin' over here, homie.
You know it's California Cush only.
And my bitch got tats too.
When you sip high, that's when I got my first tattoo.
Go get high, I'm above my leg.
Music and tattoos, that's what we do all day.
Tats on my right arm, tats on my left.
I'm so disgusting, dirty rap shit No mercy in this game, I make hits Haha, I was born from the blacklist Can't stop, lock me up, call me locksmith I won't stop, eat my whole body out
Like Mr. West, to the north, to the south, to the east, to the west.
It's Ty J, baby, baby.
This is how we do it.
This is how we get down.
I'm going tat, tat, tat it up.
Rap, rap, rap it up.
I go and tap, tap, tap it up, rap, rap, rap it up.
In God we trust.
One love.
