' the truth, I reminisce as a youth, Mommy fightin' Daddy while I'm developin' in the stomach, While he punchin' I'm feelin' it comin' I feel the Mama
your big, round ass with the ghost of Mama Cass Blast from the past, the ghost of Mama Cass Dry-hump the floor with Mary Tyler-Moore Pump it sore Squeeze your nipple like baldy Mr
first family, C and Mr. Chris Brown My niggas DJ and Leroy was puttin' shit down My DJ burns vocals, Ski-Daddy and Big Midge J.B. and Big Boy one crazy
Timbos hey (I got old Timbos mama, let me, let me, can I hit that?) Oh Lord, look nigga (C'mon mama let me hit that) Get the fuck on out of my face talkin
the ghetto, it's one big black moon I mean people dyin everyday, we all are doomed My mama look at me and say, "boy, watch yoself!" But I can't trip, mama
in the ghetto, it's one big black moon I mean people dyin everyday, we all are doomed My mama look at me and say, "Boy, watch yoself!" But I can't trip, mama
new thing to do. But tru is the way of life nigga. This ain't no motherfucking fad. Mama mia, big ed, master p, c-murder, mister silkk the shocker. First family, mr
em up in 3-d, now it's banned from tv Niggas playa hated, I sho hated Spark the weed, cremated See this game, we regulated [mr. serv-on] Nigga, you know
no where cause I'm here Nigga I'm on fire yeah and I'm every bitch's dream One, two I'm coming for you, I'm a big old (big old) Nightmare! Nigga this
-yo, big mann, what's happenin? -just out here chillin, dawg -shit, nigga, what you chillin, what you thinkin about? -nigga, I'm out here reminiscin
time for fun it's too much drama, go ask ya' mamas While I'm in the silk pajamas AMG the Don Won Hugh here for rap Lookin' for the ladies with big butts
die I straight get high like cheene chang chon Back up ese or youA?ll be the next fool without your calson fuck scrappy you big fat panzon hijo de mama
San Francisco's video (Its the G-O-D the D-E-S She does it best Yes God-des she does it best Its the G-O-D the D-E-S She does it best Yes God-des she
like a fuckin' kanoli If Satan had a hockey team then I'd be the goalie 'Cause we're dumber than driftwood, dumber than your Mama Dumber than a supermodel
by the pound, that's that Flacco, haaaa I make big plays, I got big chips Blue money like six Crips Switch gears like stick shifts Fresh as hell, no Big
[Chamillionaire] Big shots, we switchin' block Big shots, we stretchin' blocks So many, rocks in the watch It looks like connect-the-dots Cribs..we got
s just all two people. First I'd... Then she'd... Then we'd... But I can't do it alone! Then she'd... Then I'd... Then we'... But I can't do it alone
, puttin' in work something terrible So before you mention to step to me You better get up on my history I'm known to the world as Mr. Flamboyant Killin