Yeah cut 'em off me I could do this with stumps Hands off me I know I can do without Hands on the block Hands on the ground Hands in the bag 'Cause
Green hours, blue rope Well hot wax for hearts are cold We are 3, We are 3 in the dark tonight And baby my snake is a shark tonight, Hah! He’s got youth
the stage with illegal contraband A stomped your man so unless you want what he got You better set the mic down, I'm steaming like a teapot I'll make the tea hot
2] [Verse 2] Let's party, everybody stand up. Everybody put ya hands up. Let's party, everybody bounce wit me. Some Champagne and burn a little ring of reef. This hot
what Throw your hands in the air To my hip hop niggas Ya don’t stop To my niggas in the street Ya don’t stop To my niggas gettin money Say what Throw your hands
though you puff life Positive to comply Don't screw up facing that crowd Progress don't fall back. We can't have that I'll hold your hand Black
bitual Deadly rituals fill my head, nothin' spiritual Bullets filled up bodies like hands from my physical I got touched by the hot hands of bitter fools Divided and tempted snake
and take all your bags I say hallie hallie hallie why don't you go on and stab And Make these motherfuckers understand Look coach you pitchin' at me under hand
jobs, People without jobs, Middle class, Upper class, High class, all dat, Cats, snakes, chickens, ducks, Elderly people and twerkers Put ya hands
just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my face Y'all some "Well wishers", friendly actin', envy hidin' snakes With your hands
the sun Hand in hand We'll walk right up to the sun We won't land We'll walk right up to the sun Hand in hand We'll walk right up to the sun We won'
Rebel INS your highness Fake one, take one, no ultimatum face one There's no escape from straight from the brain come the great one My blade swung, decapitate your snake head Slit your snake
I wanna see you move your body like a snake, yeah Hey yo can y'all hear me out there alright Now this is what I wanna see I wanna see all of the ladies
off, and them sirens roar Better get that money, and be out the door [W.C.] Racket, racket, comin' out of the back end Dead at you, he throwin' the hot
stage with illegal contraband A stomped your man so unless you want what he got You better set the mic down, I'm steaming like a teapot I'll make the tea hot
the strip, its a trip Ladies half dressed, fully equipped and they be screamin' out Will we loved your last hit So I'm thinking I'm a scoop me something hot
blow Cole world, get ya Pea Coat Rappers got no point, n-ggas miss the free throws so Ain?t no mystery why there picking me for I?ve been hot since ?97
