loosin my belt BITCH! Chours (Verse 2) I need a woman i cant stand bitches and hoes cause a bitch is a bitch and a hoe gone hoe but a woman hold her
to the B? Bustin' a 'chanical, back for the cash loc It's that ignorant ass nigga, that motherfuckin' asshole Backhandin' ya, strapped with another anthem Hood nigga eatin' pastrami cheese fries in a
glide 6 feet off tha ground make it hard fa you ta see inside Surround sound like a motion picture aquafina rims got my ocean spinnas Hit a button, car
is the anthem Sing along if you know this song A ex con turned good, forced to turn back hood Turn loose to a world no good Every application rejected cause his record A
rabbits indicatin' these dudes should retire One was going bald rockin' a sunroof A gas guzzler and his grill was one tooth A strong accent, and a beard
the dollar bill have my seeds holler for meals Mother swallow a pill, roads seem hollow but still grab a bottle to heal, it's like a noose of seventh
his army greens Sat down in a booth in a cafe there Gave his order to a girl with a bow in her hair He's a little shy so she gives him a smile And he
you low I'll front you to try to help you get a foot up Police on my ass so I had to move a little bit quicker before I get shook up Shit it's all the
cha got, don't stop say YEAH Hold up, wait a minute, where's my Mercedes say YEAH Pushin the chromed out champagne Mercedes YEAH Low key, eyes drop,
Set the sails I feel the winds a'stirring Toward the bright horizon set the way Cast your wreckless dreams upon our Mayflower Haven from the world and
Verse 1: Lord Tariq Yo, low profile, I creeps like the phantom Introduce you to the steps in my duplex In the Hamptons where hit it harder is the anthem
, like, like.. The Roots without their drummer You step up in a relay, son you got ya'self a runner Targeting the government, you got ya'self a
low So give 'em hell Kick up a row We're the Supermonstars We chant the anthem of the Phantoms Deal out the blows Like a Supermonstar We are humble
wrong Your high is low So give 'em hell Kick up a row, we're the Supermonstars We chant the anthem of the Phantoms Deal out the blows like a Supermonstar
you want) Man, lets get this one started bitch, I'm banging your set the first down south nigga with a westcoast rep 1 album, 5 months, I'm number one in the hood a low-low
Cause that's where my city use to be real sick People from other cities use to drive from miles Just to come to get a taste of this A.T.L style I'm
what's up, even my Jews await this You would be a fool to hate this I came from a school of atheists, and still the same flow Wrist looking like a rainbow
) the karaoke king I'm a part time beautician A Wanna be musician I was born with it in my blood I'm a mover and a shaker A request taker And the president