Make way for the nitty, gritty, bitty titty filler City after city time and crime rap dealer I don’t play football, I’m not a playmaker My only way deep is to throw a haymaker School rule breaker Makin’ teachers have a fit From the Goz show that’s how I learn to spit Man, some All Star Chuck’s and some coke to sack It don’t matter what color as long it blue or black Cuz I’m reckless Cuban necklace Never in the game that become wet fish Two t-shirts an ah adidas suit Man, I ain’t peepin’ what what ya speakin’ Homie gimme the loot Man, you filled wit’ truth And I’m filled with lies When we rap all these muthfuckas’ die despise Like the sparrow that narrow Nigga shootin’ through an arrow You can see the klugg’s if you look through the barrel Fools use chess like a VCR Worth as much as a CD-R Gotta put my hands in the cookie jar You got beef? Let my rap den rip ya car Disappear like a motherfuckin’ desert mirage Smellin’ so good like a red crosage That’s the way I fuck em’ down Climbs around by sound Like how them whistles whip through the ground Get the camera, the ramela, the scramela Two points the fuck with the camela, SIN Who cares what mood ya in? It’ll sound like thunda if I lose again
Yeah nickatina I dun told ya the virgin of fame Im like napoleon you beat like he come in the game Check’s is ready to name Then I pop the brain Ain’t a law in the world that can stop the case I wear Adidas Sometimes Fillas They’re the two leadas’ The boy king Hit yo bowl, sack, low jeans At 3am Yeah the freeway mine And you can tell by the ticket’s I’ve left behind You wanna get reckless? Don’t get checklist Cops motherfucker they respect this What’s on the wishlist? Man, I can get this I freak with big lips And she love the tongue kiss And cold as a tundre Seven’s the numba Split up the pie Or chop it like lumba Don’t forget the thunda that I said And all praises to Bob Marley’s mighty dreads We need to find someone to hunt down Think of the turn around The murder is murder round Tryin to burn em’ down Reckless I all blessed it I hit the stage freak with such freshness Two t-shirts and ah adidas suit Im lookin’ way too cute You bitches raise the roof You got bacardi in ya’ body 180 proof And I’m addicted to ya ass Like ya’ name was truth I jump in the coop With a couple of bloods And bitch fuck ya party if the shit don’t bump Because I’m major fast I need major cash And damn your sister got major ass Homie reckless They won’t respect this I say the bitch is kinda like a necklace Two t-shirts and ah adidas suit I’m lookin’ way too cute You bitches raise the roofTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
