and uncles M-mothers, Tyga's no dad but I'm the motherfucker Motherfuckers, this the last supper Look, no hands, I'm a bread cuffer I don't dare love
's history Cocaine cocaine China bright, snow white Rolled to a rave And steal a mother fucker's glow light Keep my dough right Man these white lines
so out of place Boom without a trace, you a bluff to block I got some red beams, let's play connect the dots He's the biggest boss, comin' outta the
the best? The previous was a test for ya, now you in the big league A black Sine brother, who wouldn?t wanna play for me? Ya last man was a chump and
I'm strong in this Bugatti Two V8's ain't no such thing as driving calm in this Bugatti Bitch I'm bad, I'm worse I pass the purp', Don't fuck with me
Fifty-two cops can't withstand the fifty-two blocks Unless they bust like fifty-two shots I'm the has been that have not Battle kids at Maxwell's house Know when I'm good to the last drop What's
Mike] It ain't surprisin' these motherfuckers still hatin', They must don't know, I ain't that nigga to be played with, Different stages, way back in '88t
't in the right state of mind don't play with me 'Cause they ain't never ended slavery You fuckin' with my freedom, let's keep it real fool Don't underestimate
ain't strong, it's not my fault Hoes start choosing, wouldn't give 'em a break I pull out my old white too $hort tape I'm playing "dope fiend beat
player of players, just call me Pop My name is Too $hort, no I don't stop I just don't stop mackin', don't stop cappin' Don't stop rappin' now you see
?s they would wanna bang me or give me the shines I?m a Dappa X white gold chain ripper Crack pusher man if it need be Last man to pull his hands on my
A. It's all okay 'cause when Fat Beats Still wouldn't distribute my record I renamed it, Pharaoh Monch Featuring Chubby Checker Mic wrecker, don't sleep Princess Superstar, the shit's
admiring the seen, inhaling fumes of flowers that breathe. jet lagged eyes are begging for an hour to sleep although my blood shot whites and iris's they
tie-rod quit hollering "Why, God?" He ain't got sh-t to do with it Bygones will never be bygones so won't be finished swallowing my wad I ain't finished
my name's on 'em Baby, Shady's here come on get him, if you dames want 'em But he ain't stupid so quit tryin' to run them games on him He's immune to
'm sick right into show, riding on lolo's puffing on coco, my bitch in Manolo's don't f-ck with the dodo's, I sling for dumb hoes I playing, I aint got
'em both and I was like look check this out toots I'm lookin for Cookie Puss I need to speak to him immediately they played my video on MTV last
name is Play-Dough 32 E-N-T aint playin no game hoe Stackin this money Money stack like Legos If it was some chips you could call me Pringles I could