da weed u need
rucka rucka ali
ask your friend for me please
unless you got that motherfuckin'
crista-chronic cut-a-lack
put it back in my hundred stack
flip a track so i get my crack
when the fuck we gonna see a free jamaica
i been waiting 25 minutes for a milkshake huh
makin' up names for your shit
you're all little kids you all getting jacked
i got six caps in your head
my cash stays in my wallet
i got weed fuck else would i call in
s'all good when you in the hood joggin'
catch a cap in the back of your noggin
end your life and your wife is sobbin'
now you're dead and your wife's head is bobbin'
you got bullets stuck to your palate
smoke crack in the back of wonton palace
we open for business it's christmas
ain't nobody up in this bitch doing shit kid
wonton crack fried rice is dericious
i take it back to my house made of bitches
jackie chan go wash my dishes
ask your friend for me please
ask your friend for me please
unless you got that motherfuckin
crista-chronic cut-a-lack
put it back in my hundred stack
flip a track so i get my crack
they call me jesus but i turn my water to crack
i just spit back the facts and leave no sign of attack
y'all know my uncle osama
spit in the face of obama
signed his name after the comma to send yo mama some drama
chase him down with a bat
osama wouldn't last a minute on the streets of detroit
he'd get his ass sprayed up straight up
fuck those tallibandit faggot
to the street with phat beats due to public demand
leave several chapters of a script written only in kanji
toss him up like a meatslab
hook him up a toetag and send him back in a bag
where we'll all take turns takin' a piss on his face
so we can get right back to the american way
ask your friend for me please
ask your friend for me please
ask your friend for me please
unless you got that motherfuckin'
crista-chronic cut-a-lack