mines I'm grabbin my balls when I rhyme, nine nines bustin plus Ball all the time, now stay on your mind like great sex You aint on my mind I'm thinkin
*** her? I'm kinda cocky homeboy, did I stutter? I pop the umbilical cord on my mother I jumped out the womb, I became a whale That's hard to harpoon, I
-oh Whoo! I'm really thinkin' of changin' my name to Krispy Kreme I'm do-nuts nigga, let me tell you what I mean I'm paper chasin', chasin' the paper,
fuck you tryin' I'm a good time nigga, that's what i'm all about Get the money get the pussy, get the map, i'm out Do you wanna have a, party 2 live
and just say, "Aye" I'm at a loss for words 'cause y'all already said it all I think I'm runnin' out of cliches, I'm gettin' writer's block (Psyche) When I
Yeah, yeah I don't know what else to say I can't, I can't think of nothin' I'm stumped Here we go (Here we go) On your feet (On your feet) Stand up (
drains out. Chorus: I'ma make it rain I'ma make I rain uh I'ma make it rain I'ma make it rain uh I'ma make it rain I'ma make it rain uh I'ma make it
And my room to move about and a Guinness Stout To make me feel able, chilling and stable Sometimes I'm on the mic Sometimes I'm on the turntable I'm
Bun B] Wake up in the mornin, I turn on the TV What do I see? Some pussy ass niggas starin at me They got some big ass chains on with big ass rocks A
Brittany but it make me sing! (sing!) I'm all over that night stick, (aaahhh!) keep beatin it up like I'm Rodney King! (King!) From behind with a tight
my stunt on, my pockets on swoll Now all I gotta do, is see which car I'm finna roll Now I can take the Benz, or I can take the Rover And if I pull
informants So I get higher than New York insurance Try to keep shit clean like Florence Moved on up on the East side 'cause I never lost endurance And
+ Bun B] I don't take 'em out to eat I ain't here to trick or treat I ain't trying to fix your weave I ain't heard of that!! I'm just here to train
the pistol in the do' "Sippin, sippin on lean, sippin, sippin on bo'" [Mistah F.A.B.] Candy on my big wheel, yeah man I'm still a kid Twenty-six, rims
on my money, I keep my mind on my paper I keep a glock inside my pocket for all these jealous haters I trained for chess moves, I'm five steps ahead
gonna do? So what you gonna do? What you gonna do if I say I'm gonna leave with you tonight, tonight, tonight? What you gonna do if I say I'm gonna
Bun B] Bitch I'm coming live from the trunk and I thrive on the funk 'cause I'd rather die like a man than survive like a punk I'm no coward, I'm 'dro
We're in it together, we can make it better Don't sweat a thing, swing with no vendetta I rhyme in a graph style, carve every letter To move every B-boy king