This the 7-1-3 mother-f^^ker don tAnd this your boy cardo manMe and keem just touched down in h-townKnow what I am talking aboutAye! Man, come pick these up in one those slayersYou know what I am saying one of those s^^tsWith the elbows hangin’ outAyye tap inI say what’s up man? It’s booman, I am back againLet your friends knowCan you braid my hair like iverson’s?I’m just playing, woah! I got movie .. On the channelMost of my hoes know I don’t play the pianoBi^^h, I am moving stuffJust ask yourself, have you seen me?He got 2 h^es, ooh s^^t, he’s baby keemYou went too long & you know it’s time too see meIn and out the state, yeahh this s^^t all for take, yeahhYou mistreat the ho (ahh-ahh-ahh)Make her feel out of place, yeahhThat’s a big mistake, I can not relate, huhhMe & my girl moving at a pace, hmmmIf that s^^t moving too fast, I hit the brakesI say, what’s up, ho?It’s boolin’, I am back againTell your friend, hoI can see the money through the lensI am just saying, thoughNo more baby really top 10, used too hop out the benzCover that cash ’til the thought I spin’82 rolls (yeahh, yeahh), 2 more wingsI’ma let you go in peace, but I seen how it seemBaby keep on callin’, how it controllin’ meBut I workin’ in a line, only way too try
I can not decide, middle of julyOoh ooh oohOoh yeah yeah yeahOoh, oohOohTen toes down and I am schemin’ in s^^tEviction notice, lil’ bi^^hGet off my penis and s^^t, yeahhI am the type too talk about my demons & s^^tTennis chains on, feeling like serena & s^^tI got stripes, I gotta writeI wanna run down on an opp, I call it a frameMade it around, caught that chopperNi^^a I am shootin’, nah, these ain’t blanksI been moving in silence (yeahh)I am known to keep it privateI condone the violence (yeahh), pray with meI am still not dead, I am spinning it for ya’Still not dead, I am spinning it for yaaWhen I want you back, but I can’t employ ya’Want you back, yeahhGotta keep that strap for the militant soldierKeep that strap with youAnd you smoking that dope, right there I sold ya’I thought I told ya’ (ooh, ooh)I gotta run through the fireI need a ho like mariahI wanna swerve with the tireI make the family retireI gotta see the hope, be the wayI gotta feed the folks where I layI gotta show the light to weakDodgin’ the fake, woke in l.A.