enta Brain waves came from insane days Make ya sick like bad mayonnaise (Tech N9ne) Got the remidie rhyme Infinity Criminally tryna be some shit I crack ya open like the youngest male
from insane days Make ya sick like bad mayonnaise (Tech N9ne) Got the remidie rhyme Infinity Criminally tryna be some shit I crack ya open like the youngest male
days Make ya sick like bad mayonnaise (Tech N9ne) Got the remedy rhyme Infinity Criminally tryin to be some shit I crack you open like the youngest male
planet We take no haters for granted They crisscross Ten seconds till lift off Be soaked in pistol grip sauce Ripped off The techniques complete heat Retreat six feet Under six
brain numb? I used to wonder where these pussy-clats came from Up in the thirty-six cell block I Shadowbox Ship on weed grass and build up like a male
't act funny 'bout my cash bring it home to mama before I eighty-six that ass and do it fast Don't play me like you didn't know You's a male hood rat
match and didn't scratch You catch just loss half you niggas but the punk can fetch And I know my babygirl is gonna stretch Any rappin' motherfucker, male
Better yet, New York without the New York franks It's like hot summers without no AC Or never hitting numbers when you go to AC It's like six years of
flip up make them lift they shit up Get it the get up lift the trix up and switch up Think of all the times that I rolled wit mine Male groupies got
Today we're gonna do something scary We're venturing into the mind of young black males Let's take a peak... [ Young Lay ] Cuddies perved by the corner
shit I like So throw up your hands bitch, run your ice Cause I'll go third, and he'll go fourth By the fifth eat shit, you'll step off Six is your beatdown
happened to your lips, you can't prove your telling the truth, you can't hurry beauty like you can't escape jury duty, four seven five one six,
[Verse 1 - Freeway] It's like the Biggie (Warning), almost six in the morning I'm receivin a call, it's just me and a broad I'm still in my drawers, just
But still we keep mashin' 'til our dreams come through Starin' at the world through my rearview Now I was raised as a young black male In order to get
wife he let fuck her for free? That would be me! Who get your ass shot dead in the street? That would be me! Who stand damn near six foot three? That
I'm not lookin' at you dudes, I'm lookin' past ya I thought I told you characters I'm not a rapper Can I live? I told you in ninety-six That I came to
are we. But don't tell me this is natural. This is nurturing. And there's a difference between sexism and sexuality. I had different desires prior to my role-remodelling. And at six
support letter First she want her bills paid now she independent Sounds more like these chicks is inconsistent These days everybody wanna male bash I tell 'em real fast to kiss my male