i been one wit the drum tap
the purple start pushin my lungs back
my words stick to you like thumb tacks
i can't get you bastards off me
fresh like i just took the plastic off me
me and streets is high school sweethearts
and i'm always in her so she can't divorce me
can't see farther than kiss
i'm like a father to this
want ya go and cop your father to this
i possess the whole package - the girls
and there's something about me the world just loves
d-block bringing hell of a pain
sheek louch get it popping
chain's bigger than chuck d and flava's clock
sheek kinda hot these days
hold the heat when i spit
d-block what up? what's fucking wit that?
got the camp spitting heavy on this jerkins track
i prefer chrome but take it if you got it in black
thick shorty wanna hop on it
but we could go inside the bathroom 'honey
let me give it to your straight
i ain't spending no money
we could drink till we pass out
got her job through a two way contact
smoke screen in the mercedes
it's the juice that i throw out the back
but it's for real lil nigga if you hearing the clack
you don't wanna jump to this
it's magic how i gave it the kiss
nigga like we hunting to diss
hey yo kiss what up louch?) yo take it from there
flow of the year; it's the cue tip bars
they feel good when they go in your ear
peanut punch your girl ain't ready
we got haze in the air and we pouring the yac
bout to get up on 'honey' cause she throwing it back
and you know i keep the hawk on my neck
cause i can't wait for it to go in your back