Mail Order Bride E

Yeah. Aw, damn. Nigga Slizzard or Saint D. Damn, did B. I. just come in Here off the Motherfucking blade? Aw, damn, is we on La Brea and Coliseum Or something? Twelvy, what up, Doe? I'm a block star original pimpin', You know that glitter flow The type that shine On candy paint, Chevy sittin' on hundred spokes I Knocked that bitch right off her saddle, she didn't Have no folks In the land where they yellin' Out, "Whoop" and our youth 'em baby locs One Call'll get you smoked, nigga, I'm from P-Funk I'm Still yellin', "Free Hot Rod" like I'm from Junglestones Homie say it's on and it's on, Hoppin' out the front porch Have these niggas Runnin' like eggs if they was cooked first Me, I just look like this, but you, you'll get Took like this Had that nigga bleedin' in front Of his moms, the homies did him sick The Gang, we a hundred thick, or should I say A thousand bicks? Snow bunny snortin' right off the Brick, we call that mountain sniff A million, I can count it quick, but you know that I stack it up I'm really from where I'm From, I'm bopped and bet they back it up That's why it's funny when these rap niggas always Be actin' tough That's why I stay humble and Loyal, gangsters, they show me love Got hella Cincinnatis we got K2 and cabbage Uncle could've Been a star, auntie won a beauty pageant Cinderella Turned tragic it's like half my homies bastards I'm With Hoke and Dolla had it, never typed it On a tablet I was marchin' through the madness 'til it made different fabric I'm Buddy Bay, Harder, Syracuse with different gadgets Attack the Teen Titan, reachin' gladiator status But who drinks The flake? We do the Noriega challenge Fried wings And rice, sweet sauce, never salads Lot of hidden Talent, off-balance, grippin' talons Fantasy in Paint, make 'em wonder like I'm Alice Treat the Projects like it's Buckingham Palace Choose me or Lose me, baby, just don't confuse me Hit the Blade playin' Gucci and bouncin' out on the hoochies In the Benz, windows tinted, couple of bitches in It Said lil' mama down on Georgia, don't see Her until she get it Tell my bitch twist The weed, pass it and then she lit it Ship the Beamer to New York, comfortable when I Visit Tell my jeweler VVS, ship her like UPS I'm in my zone, never stressed, strategic with the Finesse It's a P, no conversation without the fee I'm in a fur coat, animal rights is still After me, uh Pull up on lil' baby and I'm askin' to count I ain't leavin' out the City without certain amounts I work the credit with The bank, couple racks in the couch If we Ain't talkin' 'bout no money, what we talkin' about? Yeah, man, I'd rather go with than without I Step in and step out Stand on my P 'til that P gives out, you dig?