these people don't smile All these news are just a waste of time No use for you to hesitate cauz in the end you're just another piece of cake The wounds
people don't smile All these news are just a waste of time No use for you to hesitate 'cauze in the end you're just another piece of cake The wounds
piece, gold teeth and medallion Heads I be sappin' like the grams I be baggin' Fightin' women, cut throat and tree smokin' Violatin', infiltratin', blunt bakin' Block regulatin', the cake
fun So if you think it's scary, if it's more than you can take Just blow out the candles and have a piece of cake Happy birthday Happy birthday to you
Finger food and an ice cold cake It won't cost you an arm and a leg Dance all night to a rotten band Come on, people, let's give 'em a hand Well, Saturday
[Common] I'm a Jake I don't bake a cake I'm not a cake daddy you know the type be pullin up in a Caddy with a drop top see when I hoe hop I kick it
you can either catch the claps And to my sisters, make 'em wear they prophyllastic 'Cause it's drastic, havin' another ghetto bastard Think I'm buyin' for a piece
my fiends Them niggas around tha corner then let tha thing beam Now they done let it burn out, phone a ching ching Just another hustle to add to my schemes Just another piece
't wanna talk, I just wanna beef, I don't want a piece, I want it all baby boy I don't wanna eat, I wanna feast up (?) rough piece of shit, you done weak
it poppin', like water in hot grease And it ain't nothing new, it's just the same old shit Another day, another dollar, another case to catch [Chorus
the packs M-I-Yayo I'm gettin' cake hoe If you don't love Cash Money you can stay broke Fifty on the chain twenty for the piece A grand for the bitch
out windows and stare (sly, we fly) We fly the planes ourselves (sly, we fly) And if our records don't sell (sly, we fly) [kool keith] I put my mask on, another
when I'm twisted off that sip You know my twist, Mack on that lick On that super hero juice but could handle my cake Quick to throw bags, zams, and cakes
's The Firm nigga set it Yo, my mind is seein' through your design like blind fury I shine jewelry sippin' on crushed grapes, we lust papes And push cakes
, hold up You know my style, I been blowed up Paper was young, now it's growed up Stacks so thick it's hard to fold up Yo B, find another rubber band
In the darkness, till the cake is cut Passed around, in little pieces The body and the flesh The family and the fishing-net And another in the mesh
happened to that boy? What happened to that boy? What happened to that boy? He was talking shit we put a clap into that boy Stunna and patty cake the