Irony people, irony.
Irony people, irony
but I didn't hit ya I think you're finally starting to get the picture, I'm just [Chorus] So bad, I'm so good (man I'm so bad) I guarantee I'll be the
it's suposed to be blown Motherfucker I'm grown I stunt I style I flash the shit I gets what the fuck I want so what I trick Fat ass burgandy bags classy
be C-A-L-L-I-N-G now. I'm calling you. Calling you now. C-A-L-L-I-N-G now. I'm calling you. Calling you now. I-yi-yi, I call you once again, and I
up in your crib again I got your back Sham: always keep the heat on me son I got your back Ramp: i’ma hold you down until I die I got your back Digga:
You feelin’ me, I’m feelin’ you The monstar again, I’m tellin’ you Pass me the rock, now I’m headed to the basket Get up out my way is what you better
phone pick up the phone pick up the phone boy pick up the phone pick up the phone pick up the phone pick up the phone boy pick up the phone pick up i
up but I found down In the city life Can't turn around Can't give up I feel too proud Under the city lights Get in line and hold your head high Pretty
let the vultures pick apart what's left I'll be back I'll be back I'll be back I'll be back He's at it again He's at it again And it makes great television
to say that I found god so inevitably well, It still exists pale and fine. I can't dismiss And I won't resist and if I die well at least I tried And
say that I found god so inevitably well, It still exists pale and fine. I can't dismiss And I won't resist and if I die well at least I tried And
And then I wake up I comb my hair and I hurry it up But I arrive late I pack my things and I pick it up Well I put down a good amount of deodorant
... Spit sperm spit Your tv is my teacher Confessional and preacher Forgive me lord for all this hate I simply am inebriate See the gun Pick it up
ass n-gga I don’t wnat your gonorrhea p-ssy ass n-gga I don’t wnat your gonorrhea Yeah, I call it how I see ya I wish I never met ya, i wouldn’t wanna
in flow Calculated to nano I use skills when I need Please head the rhyme I hear when I plead when I proceed through time I walk through walls an inanimate
’s even better I make you hot as Las Vegas weather Listen up close while I take it backwards I’m not a prostitute, but I could give you what you want I
my soul so hollow I've been down the drain And washed away And still I come back for more I keep my head up high Always try to walk the line I
