F is for Finish line I saved us from hip hop genocide Medication in my cup because my flow sick Got a syringe in my draws, call it dope dick And my girls say you
You're just a New Kid on My Jock, tip-seekin and you're phony It's my little pony and you cannot get a ride So when you see me homey, just please
s a little place, a place called space It's a pretty little place, it's across the tracks, Across the tracks and the name of the place is you like it
it Kill'a of the Hill'a, crawl like caterpillar Pour a fo-fo up in my grapes as for real'a This for my gangstas, forty-five stainless Throw yo set up,
you a Hummer Here we go, oh my God Joey fell in love with a college girl She had a backpack and a pony tail She said her name was Lisa but I do not know
you've got a voice and even if the notes you sing are wrong Ernie! you'll do a favor for us if you lift your voice in chorus for a swinging sing-along
was the last thing on my tortured mind As I put heels to belly and my band played the time He was a big sorrel gelding with a golden streaked mane A
Rub my back and call me baby If you wanna be my cowboy Oh, ya ya Better buy my favorite pony Better learn my favorite song Gotta lay some bling upon me If you
Nigga, You got problems? Nigga you don't want no problems with me, shit Nigga, you ain't got enough calcium to have a bone to pick (coward) You little
aborted babies will turn into little bambies wounded river push along searching for that desert song and mozart's requiem will play on tiny speakers made of clay tell my
You're just a new kid on my jock, tip-seekin and you're phony It's my little pony and you cannot get a ride So when you see me homey, just please just
make you feel so good haynas scream "We love you papi" strike me for cocky but my game is ultra tight have you screamin out my name baby girl you
show you a style and throw you? For all competitors, Black Thought comin through the seckle 'cause I'm the superior style and you inferior Let me adjust my voice so you
underneath the fenders to weave home a wet slick anaconda of a two lane with tire irons and crowbars a rattlin' with a tool box and a pony saddle you
aborted babies Will turn into little bambies Wounded river push along Searching for that desert song And mozart's requiem will play On tiny spearkers made of clay Tell my
You're just a New Kid on My Jock, tip-seekin and you're phony It's my little pony and you cannot get a ride So when you see me homey, just please just
this was the last thing on my tortured mind As I put heels to belly and my band played the time He was a big sorrel gelding with a golden streaked mane A
and ill show you a hummer Joey fell in love with a college girl she had a back pack and a pony tail she said her name was lisa but I do not know she