Yeah, this one of them joints right here....feel this....
I got the World in my World in my clutches
gettin` smoked, twirlin` dutches
Jingle everywhere I go, girls wanna fuck this
fly guy, I`m`a die high smokin` my lye
be on the low, can`t find me, why try?
ends I`m holdin` `em
chumps with no dough? heads I`m rollin` `em
sportin` Cartier glass frames with the gold in `em
what, done it, cop the Benz Six Hundred
if I ain`t gettin` blunted I`m probably in some chicks stomach
lustin`, ya`ll ain`t my girl, we only fuckin`
out two lifestyles on `cause one joint be bustin`
shootin` thug sperm, what the deal boo
give you little welts and rug burns plus a meal too.
Chorus -
Hey yo, stop it, if ya`ll think ya`ll gon` make a profit, take ya eyes
off my pocket, all I wanna do is knock it, I got a wife just keep it in
the closet, late night you might see me creepin` through your projects.
(Repeat)
Verse 2:
How you livin`? plenty Limos mansion, Twenty windows
Menage Trois nymphos, smokin` cigars with indo
mega large`n far from some crab nigga starvin`
get money plus be robbin`, push cars thats foreign
crisp gear on, rapid flip Heron
yo, to Hell with some Beer, me and my crew share Don
I be icey, known for hittin` chicks like ya Wifey
now you don`t like me, playa hatin` nigga bite me
you gabless, I`m established, livin` lavish
until I perish me and my crew gon` get cabbage
and thats that, publishin` from ASCAP
my ass rap, but FEDS still flash that.
Chorus 2X
Verse 3:
In the N.Y. electric chair, here Men fry
new kids flippin` pies, fuedin` with different guys
I`m on the rise, low key, baggy Karl Kani`s
flexin` on the celly, skully over my eyes
street wise, got ties to crime thats organized
never took no shorts so you oughta recognize
tote tecks, sport a icey Rolex
picture Gruff spendin` one night with no sex
shit, all these dames know Gruff got bread
be puffin` mad lye, I stay bloodshot red
like a Maxi, I ain`t got no paper so don`t ask me
bitch caught the vapors said I raped her, tried to tax me
stop it, if ya`ll think ya`ll gon` make a profit
keep ya eyes off my pocket
all I wanna do is knock it
I got a wife just keep it in the closet
late night you might see me creepin` through ya projects, yo...
Chorus 2X
Word, these girls is crazy yo....gold diggas, always somethin` they
wanna hold from a nigga, you know? Ain`t fuckin` with these
chicks...these bitches is sour.
