to phone call, now stop with them harassing threats My envision was them draws and me plottin' on having sex Got me trippin' fist in a ball, I know something
I come through hand me a plate Or that down hun southern cook connect jam Now easy on the ham, but heavy on the candy jam I see you lookin' at me bugged
ain't bout to say no muthafuckin' 'uhh' pick the phone up nigga" "Nigga, what?' "I'm on my muthafuckin' way right now" "Come on then, come on then nigga
on it smokin on dat fire(smokin on dat fire) puffin on dat dro(puffin on dat dro) kush weed gets me higher(kush weed gets me higher) and da diesel get me
baller [Hook x2] [Magic] Where the ballers at huh huh Where the ballers at what what Where the ballers at huh huh Where the ballers at what what Where the ballers
some slippers on, bet go honour it these aint even real clothes homie I'm pyjama rich Banks told me homie go switch the style up these b-tches on me homie
the mouth in a 15-0-0, Playas play on, Hatas hate on, Put my weight on, Hit yo bitch off, And then I skate on, Lay on, me, Nigags can't touch
Oh, just show a little flesh Let me see a little flesh, mami Just show a little flesh Let me see a little flesh, mami Just show a little flesh Let me
screams It's Friday night, I'm at a rave again Pickin' up transvestites on my Harley Davidson My girlfriend's a crackhead whore She'll come to your door, suck your dick on
' dead, kill em' dead, rush them tricks on down to the flo' With north memphis convicts, bithces call me koopsta hoe Fuck me once never twice, wrapped up on
feeling funny, niggaz comin? short with money I called my son, he told me chill he'd be over with twenty Punny what's the deal, niggaz wanna kill me
Weed Newton. Recorded by David Ball) New lyrical adaptation by Cledus T. Judd (recording) (laughter) Track 5 "Riding With Inmate Jerome" Parody of David Ball
his mothers bed Don't wanna call his name too tough, we'll call him Fred We watch my nigga while he bled, when we was young No one to guide me, I'm
ga You can call me dada, in the caddy or the navi Skating daytons on impalas. Just like michael jackson I go thrilla for skrilla, Pushing green pearl and vanilla Hands on
me and my girlfriend From powder to pine I got money on my mind Unload all the cargo and meet me at the docks Stop wasting all my time and get me over
hoop Gotta find me a place So I cant shoot I got dreams of being like Michael J. But a balls no good With no place to place Till this one man came Showed me
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' all that Old silly ass bullshit. (
Funny Man Is just so damn sexual Got ass on my mind It?s just so damn edible Feast your eyes girl I'm so delectable Dick like Hulk Yeah they call me