more than FEMA did Yeah, can't forget about me, stupid Everywhere I go I'ma have my own theme music Oh every time I close my eyes I see my name in shining
than FEMA did Yeah can't forget about me stupid Everywhere I go Imma have my own theme music [Bruno Mars] Oh every time I close my eyes I see my name
forget about me stupid Everywhere I go Imma have my own theme music oh every time i close my eyes, ( what you see what you see bro) I see my name is
There's a girl on channel thirteen I know she's gonna fall in love with me And I'm gonna win the lottery tomorrow or the next day I drive a Mercedes Benz
's the big Southern rap impresario Comin' straight up out the black barrio Makes a mill' up off a sorry hoe Then sit back and peep my scenario Oops, my bad, that's my
fuck these pussy-ass rap cats Can't hang with this shit, Wu-Syndicate, we livin this Fuck the judge, the president, never show no love for my residence My
whacko before I take a shit in his Jack-O-Lantern And smash it on his porch, now get off my dick Dick's too short a word for my dick Get off my antidisestablishmentarianism
get my spot like a polka dot Lil' kush make my eyes and my shoulders drop Lil' syrup and I can make a soda pop Keep talkin' 'n' I can make my soldiers
weak That you really think you're gonna get my rocks off Get my top and socks off by showing me the dollars in your drop box Me and all my friends,
up in my Mercedes I'ma be a little selfish Be a little selfish Tonight I'm feeling sexual Come on and play inside my love below Strip down and give me my
love me 'til the sun goes down I'll be around, lady love I'll give you lady love Some of that lady love Come and get this lady love Just call me lady love
heart but got love for all Lie and die in the fire where I learned to ball Uptown is the place where I lay my dome On the streets of the Bronx where my
I love it though I love it though You know Put your hands to the constellations They way you look should be a sin, you my sensation I know I'm preachin
link snap, you slumped off in ya Cadillac For what though, some diamonds and a Bentley what you dyin' for Aight hoe, I'ma bake my cheese and let my mic
a pack of now laters 'Cause you're the sweetest thing on my head and I'd like to say that I'd love to make Love to every molecule of you and if you want
, cool wind in my hair Warm smell of colitas rising up through the air Up ahead in the distance I saw a shimmering light My head grew heavy and my sight
You'll be sorry if you slam my Mercedes door again! Now, it all started with my father I must have got my pimping genes from him, the way he left my mama
said, "Oh, if he wrote you poetry And bought you a car He must be a nice man" He my brand new Mercedes He my piece of pie He my very own personal Jesus