Tekster:
Cake You Part The Waters

you win. You've got your grand piano. You don't even play piano. I'm the one who plays piano. You don't even play piano. You part the waters, The same

helps you win. You've got your grand piano. You don't even play piano. I'm the one who plays piano. You don't even play piano. You part the waters,

before you can start Like 1 part gangsterism with 1 part heart 2 parts of keeping it G and add you one hundred Milligrams of a killer, man and you'd

You say you seen more drugs den Dwayne Reid But I don't beleive you and nona ya people homey You can see far from evil Starin' at me ain't helping you

you take flight ...My nigga how does it feel? Ha ha! Yessur! [Verse 2] Nigga you don't know me I'm part Howard Hues, part horny, part holy First trip

from being ruined All you need to do is use a rag with some cleaning fluid If the shoe's all caked up with gunk you need to think The shoe can't breathe

we know that she goes, so no need for egos But you tries and lost like when Shack shoots his freethrows I'm Michael you Tito's, you rappers just freeloads Part

that will slake any fever, cures to convince you though you be an unbeliever now... Laugh - would you? - at these seeds of mine. You question

a minute mutha fuckers turn timid It's the T-R-I-C-E can you feel that shit [Hook] Is you mutha fuckers ready Can you feel it? Can you feel that shit