message I'm about to go page Grand Central, time to blow some mentals, cashing the essentials Build enough credentials, that's essentials I make timbo's
at now Let's see who got they city on lock Let's see who got the better aim with the glock Let's see who come out on top Let's see who really want they
South Parks Muffle it, cuz homie that hood's tighter then Kenny's So ladies if your belly button's not an innie then I'm outie Now hop in my minivan, let's
just fucked that up so Fuck it, let's all have fun let's mingle, slap a bitch and smack a ho This was supposed to be my catchy little jingle That you
goin to hell, who's comin' with me? Hailie: Somebody, please help him! *giggle* i think my dad gone crazy! Verse #1: There's no mountain i can't climb
G's on my enemies, I forgot to watch my friends, Thought I was already covered until I found out, My nigga Tre Little was loyal as R.Kelly's brother
I'm good to go I spray that Shawn Don bottle, crack a beer While the ladies all robbing my nappy beard No need to even ask it, who's the boss? When
you love it when you near it Sit her on the sofa, get a little closer Touch you right, do it like a man's suppose to Knew you was the one, that's why
that we only saw good news every time we look at CNN, I wish that enemies could talk, And that super homie Christopher Reeves could still walk, (I wish) I wish that
or your man's gone and I Wish I could give every celly some commissary And the po po bring the heat on them priest like they did R Kelly and I Wish that
Joe and the R That shit y'all Breakin' shit down Shake that, funky, funky, funky Yeah Sticky, icky, icky, yeah uh I got that shit y'all I got that shit
Adjusted by a situation Inspiration, that's music And that's us Here we go Ya, that's what I'm talkin' about right there You just can't get that, nowhere
Rock, who? The King of Rock, what? The King of Rock, who? The King of Rock, what? The King of Rock, who? The King of Rock, what? The King of Rock, who
dreams, dreams of fucking an R&B dick (Dreams of fucking an R&B dick) Dreams, dreams, dreams of fucking an R&B dick (Dreams of fucking an R&B dick) I
you away And be hopeful, hopeful and he?ll make a way And I know it ain?t easy but that?s okay Let?s be hopeful, let?s be hopeful, let?s be hopeful
R. Kelly tape and see how we piss on you That's Kool-Aid, Mountain Dew, and Cris on you Ya family will be missin' you, there's a kiss for you I'm movin
I'm tryin' to tell y'all Who daddy is, dad rule that biz Got your baby daddy but Jay-Z true that is Better school that kid on whose shoes that is Or who
