this that dirty stinkin nasty ratchet rowdy shit
i was only 17 when i had that 38
i was trying to prove something
show 'em that i didn't play
make him see the pearly gates
i ain't do shit but rob white folk
lure they ass to a place i know
sell the shit at my school for the low
take the penitentiary wrist
ed hardy belts with the rhinestone
hit the georgetown i got whores now
polo wasn't ralph it's a horse now
slow down's what my mama said
she couldn't get that shit through my head
you can't expect me to give respect
when i would fuck bitches on mama bed
if i'm in it then you know it got reefer in it
you don't see it nigga? i can re-present it
can't leave without peeing in it
pants saggin' but this belt ain't cheap
would've bought the shit but it ain't me
you down nigga but it ain't steep
throwing shells even if you can't catch it
we gon test him even if he can't pass it
i know you sending what we can't pass
little woadie run the bus
what's in me? it ain't trust
surf the wave now it's brush
you ain't got a nice function
know i'll run it up like she know fredo in the cut
enough gears for some years
leave a bitch with a tear
leave a bitch in a mirror
i don't see it as an error
interfering with the weather