Body type Just struggling with Baby phat. Baby daddy aint shit she wanna give that baby back. I'm a pose take a picture it'll last longer. No thong bitch
be like, "Run your coat black" Jupiter, keeps her fat beats by the pack Where I'm from, nappy hair is life We be reading Marx where I'm from The kids
they bought some beer with the six dollars they stole Well I know my anger is not politically cool But, brother we're in danger when kids can be so
it got right, copped me another gun [Verse 3: Crypt The Warchild] These punk bitches get the bozak the gas face I feel like Earnhardt in his last race This last
power like the Masters Get em in elementary school and college classes Eventually you'll overrule their cowardly asses Don't worry about society, they're all horrible bastards" With this knowledge I blast kids
mic And when we rock up on the mic we rock the mic, right For all my Doggs keepin' y'all in health Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself 'Cause it's cool
this mid Gucci, shit dog, I'm cool I'm cool (Yeah) She cool (Yeah) He cool (Yeah) We cool (Yeah) Be cool (Yeah) Do you? (Yeah) Not you (Yeah) 'Cause we cool
the mic And when we rock upon the mic, we rock the mic, right For all a y'all, keepin' y'all in health Just to see ya smile and enjoy ya'self 'Cause it's cool
mic we rock the mic right For all of y'all keepin y'all in health Just to see ya smile and enjoy yourself 'Cause it's cool when ya cause a cozy conditioning
hit diz mid Gucci Shit dog I'm cool Im Cool (yeeaahh) She cool (yeeaahh) He Cool (yeeaahh) We Cool (yeeaahh) Be Cool (yeeaahh) Do you (yeeaahh) Not you (yeeaahh) Cuz we cool
Jupiter, keeps her fat beats by the pack Where I'm from, nappy hair is life We be reading Marx where I'm from The kids be rockin Clarks where I'm from
streets with mad Babies, big heads movin' in the stroller you gettin' older while that dress hangs off your shoulder you stupid bitch he's sick, the kids
