| Lyrics: | [Ras Kass]
Everything I say don't be yae yo
Haters in batter rams, I slam
Like syringes
in heroine, four hundred and fifty grams
Overdose, every coast, one hundred spokes
chrome
Knock off some malt liquor by the malzatof
Don't gotta floss, huh, ain't that the
truth
Flyin in boobies, silver six hundred Coup
Like whoop whoop, holla at me big
baby
Sop me up wit a biscuit, cuz you know it's all gravy
Linquistical flow, I ain't
Mystikal, but y'all ain't ready
If a nigga don't rhyme about crack, clothes, pussy and
fatty
Eat a dick, that's music to my balls,
like Gloria Estefan fuckin Hakeem
Olajuwon
How this black lil nigga get more head than a beauty salon
Guam, blowin ya shit out
like Chaka Khan
For sheezy, my favorite women is sleazy
Bisexual triplet freaks, forty five
at they sexual peaks
I'm fuckin three Tony's, like Rafael Saadiq
And got a trick up my life,
manufacturin cheese
My matrix will triculate wit melodies
Rehabilitated hood rats, shake the
specie
I'm tryin to die filthy, rich and ruthless, I'm easy
See Austin niggas is know for
flossin
But I still buy my T-shirts and socks from the slossin
[Chorus: Ras Kass |
