(God damn!) I met this one teacher named, Mrs. Chandelier She was so bomb that I was skippin lunch to see her 'til she snuck up from behind me and I kicked
W K Y A Gilla house radio Yeah n***, I'm back And the weather outside is hot than a m*** But we cold chillin? in the Brick City So kick back, light some
'Til the day I'm rich like Bruce Wayne I'ma kick raps like pimps blew game Ridin' through your block with six new chains on Pullin' over, droppin' H-bombs
my niggaz and you all bitches The Benzes, Range Rovers and sixty-four switches The C.I.A., Feds and even dogs sniffin' I plant a bomb right by the bar when it starts kickin
stomp holes like the ground ain't paved enough Inform the former, the first step was a warm-up The next step'll bomb on where your car alarm was Chickens
it in the car to mink Chk, chk, yo trail the Bricks where I wrestle grizzly bears (Okay) And stick a track for it's snare and kick When it's committed
) Representin', comin' out of Brooklyn, Flat bush You wuss, you can't push push in the bush Well uh, let's take a journey to hell and beyond Where the bomb
You are now, witnessing The effects of the Buddha Redman kick through your door Liquidated then I come through your pores Think the track is bleedin'
practice Pure ass-kick cures for who's acting drastic Drank and buddha blast, callin' shots on Motorolas One step shy, so I'ma drank until it's over Kick
've been missing We break up, you break down Gonna drag you through this kicking and screaming You'll be kicking and screaming You'll be kicking and screaming Kicking and screaming Kicking
and D-Money keep smokin' that bomb Need a little game, you better log on Girls get naked, lickin' on my dog bone Short Dog presents Pimpandho.com Me and D-Money keep smokin' that bomb
of green weed I roll it all up 'cause I'm a fiend in need Of some dank smoke all up in my chest Dangerous Crew got the bomb, we don't smoke that stress
wine her and dine her And get jealous when you can't find her You're nothing but a mark I bet you get your ass kicked hanging at the park, bitch You
cigerette, (hit it) so pass across the table like ping-pong, im gone, beatin my chest like king kong, its on, wrap my lips around a 40, when it comes to get another stogie niggas all kick
, so sweat the collar so I stay out yo bod-day, hydo-hottie, I'm mighty morphine haterz couldn't stop me, B-Legit drop the bomb like Nazis, 20 blunts
but it's true I don't have a reason to lie to you I gotcha back, just believe that You smoke weed, we could smoke us a fat sack Kick it back and relax
Oh shit here we go again Gonna kick it as long as we can We like to boast from The far west coat To the desert fields of Iran You want to fight, well
ill flows Ill ho hell Knows pantyhose holes full of no doz Make your earholes shit pop six Pep Bysmol sick abysmal Bitch suckin' dildos instead of dicks for kicks