to push, No friend of Bush I'm the centerpiece, your the Maltese. I am a pittbull off his leash, All this peace talk can cease. All these people I had
wouldn't give to live so Kim and care free Paris and Nikki's parents must be so tickled to cherish Every picture with their kids with hickeys all over
's the love, y'all, come on (I don't know) Where's the truth, y'all, come on (I don't know) Where's the love, y'all People killin', people dyin' Children
the way it is, cuz yo, it’s like that. Money money y’all It be the root of all evil. Money money y’all It makes you popular with people. I go back
shit C'mon, well let these niggaz know, (niggaz know) Let it known...muh'afuckas y'all want war wit' the GOD C'mon y'all know better, I put holes in ya
top got them hydraulics is dumpin and make it drop California to Virginia, Timmy makin it hot takin long rides in a G4 plane X-Man to the stage got em goin insane
At this time, please extinguish all smoking materials Return all seat backs, and tray tables to their most upright, and long position Also at this
you lookin' like lunch to me. 'Bout to kill all you bitches like Ted Bundy. Leave your whole head red like Peg Bundy. You're hilarious, thanks for all
hook you gon' pay dat money save dat money give it to my kids, ill take that hundred give her all my kids like (hallalallalalalallaaaaaaaaaa swag) chorus
re in Sorry homie, no win Check the facts Mexicans are still gettin pushed to the back Puerto-Ricans gettin dissed the same Won't speak on the Indians, shit's insane
just jealous of the dollars I'm makin' But you're down with me. You know god gifted me Black kids say I'm trech, white kids say I'm nifty Spell out
what it would be like To live some place like you know Piccass, B Show, Ozzy and Harriet You know what cops coming got your Cat out of the tree All your
s sake she in her birthday suit cause of the damn cake now there's crumbs all over the damn place and she want me to cum all over her damn face I never
thats gon' tell y'all niggas somethin' wrong I heard you niggas don't like me, like me I know you boys wanna fight me, fight me I know where yo kids
popular Little kids just be watching us Through binoculars and then they go to school and copy us But hey I'm not knockin' y'all But how can y'all not
to the record swap The kids were dancing to the Blitzkrieg Bop Bop-shoo-wop-shoo-wop-shoo-wop Bop-shoo-wop-shoo-wop-shoo-wop What ever happened to the radio And where did all
my face and onto some kids They yelled out, "More!" and Rocky obliged I had to think of some way to turn the tides So I leaned back to hit him with all
last days, so crazy, oh I Back in the day with little Lay and all the Bones, we got to scrappin' For pay, sometimes I miss when we were kids is all
