One thing I despise is virgin suicide
Shere Khan is something that the wind cries
The way I collect is like a bomb threat
Meanin' if you don't have my dough
I'ma blow fa show
You better have heat when you hang with this villian
meaning that its cold when I'm chillin
Catch the feelin'
Slipped in on a banana peelin
I seen them dead on the floor with the blood's keated to the ceiling
I was like yo how that happen?
Chuck taylors down gotta keep on rapin
The one bullet, the right place at the right time
Can turn a hell of a wave into a flat line
My style don't pump no blood
It pump weed and gasoline, Nicky Nickitine
Man ectasy will twist yo spleen
Tell that to the freak in them jeans, know what I mean?
It's kind of ironic, make a phone call for the chronic
And let my tigers hold the gin and tonic
Man I curse so much its blasphemy
But I do what the rap gods ask of me
Half heart, half hussle
Have heart if you dont have muscle buy the punk gear in the tuscle
No love, unpassionate, blow weed in the face of the baddest chick
Yeah, spin like a cd, I try not to get sleepy
On the grind when it's creepy, street gods wanna teach me
Pocahantes makin money befor we bustin in the tipi
My All Star Chuck Taylors, they laced like the mayor
Streetball court player
Rapid fire rhyme sayer
You be like Nicky man no favor, real poppa
I disappeare like Jimmy Hoffa
Reappear on Easter
Pants in the heavy starch crease-a
T shirts with the vested feature
miesha check it its the god of Khan
Chuck Taylor down like the Ramidan
Catch a feelin, slipped in on a banana peelin'
You got a scheme homie, what you dealin?
Man the bad lieutenant
With the blunt wrapped dope in it
Its like Popeye with his spinach
Run around like you playin tennis
And you still aint finished
International keep the party crackin like its pistachios
The freaks got it poppin like a fashion show
Make a move with me birdy baby grab the dough
Like a linebacker
I got a gift like a blind jacker
Put a hole in your six packer
At the Southpaw with the lock jaw
In the kitchen with the rock raw
You remind me of cocaine and doo doo stains
Man its the shitty dope dealer
Dirty worm catapilla
We collide like the sun and the moon
And I'm still trippin of that room with the blood on the ceiling
Catch a feelin'
My chuck taylors got me creepin
And rap dealin
Come through and leave you stunned
And in shock
Leave my heart on your block like a lost glock
In the bushes or the woods, man you do what you could
With the little you got, are you cold or hot
Put it down with the plot, and got knocked
You went to jail naked in ya shoes and socks
Left it up to ya woman, man to move your rocks
and the freak turned the spot into a hot box
Chuck Taylors All Stars with hard stars???
Make my way to the bar and there you are
Catch a feelin'
Hey sister give me some of that cheese
I tried correcting the multitude of errors on this song's lyrics. I may not have got them all, and I may have possibly made some mistakes.
One thing I despise is virgin suicide Shere Khan is something that the wind cries The way I collect is like a bomb threat Meanin' if you don't have my dough I'ma blow fa show You better have heat when you hang with this villian meaning that its cold when I'm chillin Catch the feelin' Slipped in on a banana peelin I seen them dead on the floor with the blood's keated to the ceiling I was like yo how that happen? Chuck taylors down gotta keep on rapin The one bullet, the right place at the right time Can turn a hell of a wave into a flat line My style don't pump no blood It pump weed and gasoline, Nicky Nickitine Man ectasy will twist yo spleen Tell that to the freak in them jeans, know what I mean? It's kind of ironic, make a phone call for the chronic And let my tigers hold the gin and tonic Man I curse so much its blasphemy But I do what the rap gods ask of me Half heart, half hussle Have heart if you dont have muscle buy the punk gear in the tuscle No love, unpassionate, blow weed in the face of the baddest chick Yeah, spin like a cd, I try not to get sleepy On the grind when it's creepy, street gods wanna teach me Pocahantes makin money befor we bustin in the tipi My All Star Chuck Taylors, they laced like the mayor Streetball court player Rapid fire rhyme sayer You be like Nicky man no favor, real poppa I disappeare like Jimmy Hoffa Reappear on Easter Pants in the heavy starch crease-a T shirts with the vested feature miesha check it its the god of Khan Chuck Taylor down like the Ramidan Catch a feelin, slipped in on a banana peelin' You got a scheme homie, what you dealin? Man the bad lieutenant With the blunt wrapped dope in it Its like Popeye with his spinach Run around like you playin tennis And you still aint finished International keep the party crackin like its pistachios The freaks got it poppin like a fashion show Make a move with me birdy baby grab the dough Like a linebacker I got a gift like a blind jacker Put a hole in your six packer At the Southpaw with the lock jaw In the kitchen with the rock raw You remind me of cocaine and doo doo stains Man its the shitty dope dealer Dirty worm catapilla We collide like the sun and the moon And I'm still trippin of that room with the blood on the ceiling Catch a feelin' My chuck taylors got me creepin And rap dealin Come through and leave you stunned And in shock Leave my heart on your block like a lost glock In the bushes or the woods, man you do what you could With the little you got, are you cold or hot Put it down with the plot, and got knocked You went to jail naked in ya shoes and socks Left it up to ya woman, man to move your rocks and the freak turned the spot into a hot box Chuck Taylors All Stars with hard stars??? Make my way to the bar and there you are Catch a feelin'
Hey sister give me some of that cheese
I tried correcting the multitude of errors on this song's lyrics. I may not have got them all, and I may have possibly made some mistakes.