reached out and touched me
some of you hoe fake ass niggas like roz
i know some beautiful black intelligent women
e-40's back and blackened
special shout to casual del the souls and opium
new clik shit ain't no punk hoe
pedestrian stumble sound like a gorilla
tryin to get up out of a trunk hoe
filthy mcnasties at the bus stop hitchhikin' it
every egg that i pull in bulges
when it comes to spittin i'm ferocious
hangin out when all the sudden i'm eatin ham sandwiches
keep it goin though - don't stop
36 steps on a triple beam scale
burn the duct tape but keep all the ya-yo
ate it like i'm a specialist
thinkin i put cause like this
from the ghetto in the bullet-proof apron
valium crushin through my balls
i rip my drawers runnin from the canine cocaine-sniffing dogs
a motherfucker ain't gotta be flash gordon
always runnin up the backstreets in a batch
that having a hoe protect the shit won't work
that batch just wants your scrizzach
preferred zodiac sign scorpio
never show witness to your
never leave your crib with out your pepper
i'm tryin to get legal with it
open up a shop cotton candy and licorice
we leavin with a million and that's a plus
wheels new shoes scrappin toe to toe
crack black jack and keno
sittin lo somethin profilin
you bitches it ain't no punk hoe
you clits it ain't no punk hoe