Yeah! SourMilk, JustIncredible L.A. Leakers (Bustin' on the beat ho!)
Alabama rich, I'm Alabama rich Shady records Ghet-O-Vision Hello Kitamine, this bitch with hits Big Cameron, fuck around I leave your momma with candle lit Speaking of candles lit, Happy Birthday me Radioactive is a magnet for birthday treats New house, fresh shoes It's like all my opponents saw me and said "let's lose" (Good move!) Is it me or the fake? let's choose Coz' I'm teaching the class, you mothafuckas slept through So even the haters only instigating my students But a couple of questions that I won't say yes to Like Mr. Bobalina Mr. Bob Domalina Can I sick'em for ya Bob can I pick the chrome nina up And pick 'em off for ya from afar with the beamer? ‘cause I seen I'm he’s a fault he’s a real cob-cleaner I shoulda been loose but refuse to be an Obama-nator You hate on me and you're probably an Obama hater Laugh at you chronic players, sick with a sonic laser And shoot you from Pluto with a soup bowl full of Now & Laters Weakened and still seekin' a shot cause I’m a power-fader Shower these cowards without a doubt of my power And take ya bitch without a shower ‘til I’m sour ten hours later She’ll still come back lying about the wonderful mouth I gave her Ugh! Everybody knows I’m a loose cannon with a wick 'bout the size a fucking toothpick But I might go quick and assume the damage And I gave this beat it’s like a treat for a chief example That I got a way with tracks cause Chinese weave's scandal Back away from the bicycle Tricycles fit you better picking up this cypher better yet pick up a rifle And do yourself a favor kill yourself midget ho And do it next to a river so nobody gotta dig a holeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
