the candy lady's crib...

bitches know the planes got it

bitches know the planes got it

bitches know the planes got it

and where haven't haven't we uhn

vinnie johnston get in the game

lay put up points quick microwave

industry coruption they tryin to point shaves

dummie down

why

when my audience is just as smart as i

if you saw me

told somebody i bet they thought you were lying

fly where never in the space i'm in

never roll round corners that i've been

high driving impalla slams

sparks flickin

trippin

scrapin the off ban

fuck it nothin of it my mechanic is the man

and them

hit em on the jack

the part replace that

asap that's that mothafucker

like a deffintion

o.gs watch me i'm a flow right out the television

new aero bills reverse sitchin i'll i will re-invent the wheel

prerequisite

intellagence plus sexiness canidate to be a jet miss

queen for a day put cha on the foor of the mardi gras parade

high and she smiling wave

brush up on it

get the rust off your moves my lil poney

which ya fine ass cold bottle and my grape cool aid and my wine glass

smokin amsterdam green with my fresh blue number 9's

and my red headed honey from burmease

lip stick smears

pass port stamps

eyes simease cat lady the trance

shineing in my marijuana trance

bull shit still waiti on me when i get back

deal with it don't run

square it up burn down another one

you goin to the candy ladys crib wontcha bring me somthin

yea

yea

yea

and fuck them frontin' hoes

we don't think about em'