I'm the colonel of the mother fucking tank Got a mattress no need for a bank Yeah, I see you mother fucker but my stare is fucking blank Last night three motherfuckers thought that they were getting paid Tried to rob me blind, so I cut open their eyes Left their blood on my blade Now I'm sopping lemonade in the shade Just another day in the 7th Ward by the lake Yeah, bitch, where I stay I be riding in the camoo jeep Double cup is ocean deep I'm sleeping don't you make a peep Y'all a bunch of fucking cheapened sheep I'll fucking cut and gut your fucking seeping slut and... ...I'm a fucking mutt I'll sell your meat for bucks [Verse 2: Anthony Mars]
Got a bitch that will get your ass done up Hot in the winter and cold in the summer Pussies wanna try to come and run up Glock cocked and I'm chilling with my gun up See I Never gave a fuck about nothing Got crack in the stove, hide the money in the oven If I'm ever trying to get my funds up Break in with the mask, grab the money real fast I, hope a fucker know when they see me Never in my life try to sell a CD Lo-fi pimp, .mp3 Black and white life, no TV Smoking that dope on the low Got all them pounds in the floor Drugs never slow because this that junkie who can flow It ain't Nothing to rob me a liquor store Syrup I'm drinking it by the four The devil be all up in my soul, bitchTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
