| Lyrics: | I speak in Ebonics, Ismoke da Chronics, I aint illiterate, I don't need
Hooked on Fonics, my
rhymes are deep, i make em up in my sleep,
well im countin white sheep wit lil Bo Peep, just
watch em leap ova the
fence, they so dence, just keep jumpin, just keep pumpin tha
thoughts
inta my head, write em down in lead on a piece of paper, there aint no
rhymes that
are greater then mine, I write em one line at a time, they
gotta shine, gotta stick out, yo
whatchu say bout me, I'll battle u it'll be
so e-z, I so good i could take out D-O doubble G,
be like battlein a lady,
don't get a affended i aint Shady, Nah im just playin baby, don't get
all
crazy on me. lets go smoke a tree, I cant see, dis smoke is blindin, i be
grindin dis
weed, its so tight, hey yo you gotta light, bitch lets fight, yeah
i am white, so what your
moms a slut, dont shut me down, i aint no clown,
just cause i got the hair dosent mean i dont
care, bitch be fair, i be fuckin
Sonny and Shere, bitch there we go, that wasn't so hard, man
why you be
actin like a fuckin retard, Pardon me, whatchu say, fuck you i already no
your
gay. |
