That's how we gon' keep this thing poppin'. Haters at the door, Major Norton stop him. Buy two pills, I'm finna pop on her.
Tom, bitch, panties wet, you know she finna pop on me. Tom, this beat, cuddy, ain't it knockin'?
Knockin' stupid doo -doo, might start pop -lockin'
Tom, I want some, oh, you ain't heard
Tom, bitch, got Cone Graham with a bird
Tom, shoulda been a sweat up, lookin' like a nerd
Tom, now she's doin' time in Louisville
Tom, and she ain't comin' home till the 33rd
Tom, talkin' bout me, bitch, you got your third
Tom, don't move your feet
Tom, cuz Don Juan made the beat
Tom, bitch, cut the committee
Tom, way up in Kansas City
Oh, you youngsters don't know nothin' about Tom
Dumb is when you got a dime, P, and she wanna do right, but her mind won't let her
So what she really need to do is let her cut the whip sweater
And she gon' torture him right to some cheddar
If she do right, it's gon' be all good
And we gon' be huckin' him, baby
Boy, I be fuckin' him
All the way out there, country club -crush residents
Fuckin' him
Snappin' like a crocodile
Ain't no tellin' where
I be fuckin' him
You faggots ain't gon' never amount to shit
Fuckin' him
I'm still in the streets, shakin' them up like pits
Fuckin' him
I'm rugged raw
Nigga, I locks my jaw
Get the fuck outta here
Off a thizzle, big scrizzle up in my paw
Fuckin' him
From the east to the west, up, down, all around
Fuckin' him
In hyperspace, they beggin' me to come down
Fuckin' him
But look at now, cut -throat general
Fuckin' him up with 31 styles
Dumb wild
I be fuckin' him
A savage all about cabbage, you ain't know
Fuckin' him
But me, I'ma shake the punk rock hard
While you fuckin' him
I'm shuckin' him, ain't no jivin' riders here
I be fuckin' him
Steakin' 90
Nigga, on the chest
They fuckin' him
Everywhere
In a L7 square
Fuckin' him
On 2000 shit
Niggas millionaires
Yeah, baby
Baby, everybody ain't able to huck him, baby
To be able to huck him
And say, and know you're doin' it, baby
Everybody don't have the know -how for that, baby
You got to have a $500 ,000 horse
A $300 ,000 hatch in your arm, baby
I'm talkin' about
You got to have more money than respectable, baby
You got to have more money
Than you know what to do with it, baby
That's some bull -ass shit
Like I'm the most
That's some bull -ass shit
You got balls?
Don't tell nobody
Shake it up, baby
Shoot out everything you move
What's all this, buddy?
High -risk parole
Do what they tell you, baby
Don't have no chest
Not at me
That's some bull -ass shit
That's some bull -ass shit
That's some bull -ass shit
That's some bull -ass shit
That's some bull -ass shit
That's some bull -ass shit
It's nothin' if it ain't that
Bull -ass shit
A real nigga gon' be through with it
But one of you suck -a -dick niggas
It cost too much to howl so much
I got a hoodie
With a under -arm
I pull it out, baby
Hoodie, man
They call me Hoodie Man, baby
I been doin' this for a long time
I remember I had a club in Richmond
My home was old
I liked to have a big garage
My home was a mansion, baby
I had the earth mansion in 4L, baby
Cut up a million
You know what I'm talkin' about, baby?
I love my nigga
My nigga love me
