[Intro] Rendezvous, I Guess It's Time For Another Awwww Look At What You *********** Done Did Y'all Done Pissed Off Yeah What Up Sis, I Hear You Out There You Know You done ****** Up I'm Glad Y'all Set It Off You Prolly Mad Because You Can't Eat Off Me No More Don't Wanna Hear You Crying Or Offer You No Dough You Tried To Make My Life Shabby With The Zodiac Sign Of The Cancer You Crabby Plus You Got Away With Murder Twice (Nice) Just Like That ***** That's On Thin Ice (I Think It's Time For Another Ghetto Rendezvous) I Hate You So Much It Shows I Hate You More Than Michael Hated Joe And Your Son Looks Like A ****** Al Qaeda I'mma Call Him Whop Daddy Cause His Chin To The Side Now That's The Mark Of The Beast You Had A Game In 1977 To Say At Least Your House Is Full Of Mole Body Full Of Yeast I Bet You Baking A Loaf Of Bread Down Between Your Cheeks You Stanky Little Rodent Yeah *****, You Molded You'll Never See Your Brother That's Why Your Love Carroded Emphysema All In Him You Can't Hold Nobody Ain't No Toxins In Your Venom You Just A Grand Momma In Denom Looking For Some Little Kids To Put Some **** Up In Them (Maybe It's Time For Another Ghetto Rendezvous) The Problem Is You Ain't Have No ****** Loyalty And The Only Thing You Wanted Was My Royalties You Stole A Car And A Bike From Me Looking Back I Was The Caretaker Of A Dummy And That Husband Of Yours, You Dumb Witch Was Still A Husband Of Hers You Stupid ***** You Never Acted Your Age You Only Came To Embarass Me Out In Public For Days That's Why Little Clarity Pays You Got The Boot Now I'm Chipping Like Frito Lays Rest In Peace To My Niece At Least When She Was Lying In State She Had A Grin On Her Mouthpiece Now What That Tell You About You You Disturb To The Curb And It's Better Without You (I'm Coming Strapped To Another Ghetto Rendezvous) Fat Boy Know You Really Been Dummin Going Over Peewee house showing off your Triple Stomach With A Strap In Your Waist Now What You Gon Do When You See My Face, I Doubt It I'm Tired Of Playing With You Cocka Roaches I Gave You ******* Life And Trust And You Studders Broke It Cause You A *********** *** Offender Put Some Honey On Your **** And Put It In A Blender They Caught You ****** On Your Sister's Daughter That Some Setual ****, Get The Holy Water Compton Alumni A-No Go ***** You Really Passer For Robos Upstate in Y.A. Without Your Homeboys Cheeking Each Other Butts Making No Noise (I'm Taking Off When I Hit The Ghetto Rendezvous) If I Bought You Equipment And Sold It, That's On You Help You Get Into A Home And Lose It, That's On You You ****** Acting Like Babies You Feeling Entitled To Another Man's Money, That's Crazy While I Get Sane, And Schizophrenia And Struggles With Love And Money And Happiness You Get Plenty Of While I'm Staying Fly Like Laguardia I'm A Guardian, I'm The Ardista I'm The Flyiest MC That You Ever Heard Om The Norman Microphone, ********** That's Word Now Give Me The Mic And Let Me Be Heard Cause I Be Quitting Surely, I Am The Shep-erd Now What You Know About My Lyrics And Style I Got A Clico Backwash Fly We Wild (I Think It's Time For Another Ghetto Rendezvous) [Outro]
[Intro] Rendezvous, I Guess It's Time For Another Awwww Look At What You *********** Done Did Y'all Done Pissed Off Yeah What Up Sis, I Hear You Out There You Know You done ****** Up I'm Glad Y'all Set It Off You Prolly Mad Because You Can't Eat Off Me No More Don't Wanna Hear You Crying Or Offer You No Dough You Tried To Make My Life Shabby With The Zodiac Sign Of The Cancer You Crabby Plus You Got Away With Murder Twice (Nice) Just Like That ***** That's On Thin Ice (I Think It's Time For Another Ghetto Rendezvous) I Hate You So Much It Shows I Hate You More Than Michael Hated Joe And Your Son Looks Like A ****** Al Qaeda I'mma Call Him Whop Daddy Cause His Chin To The Side Now That's The Mark Of The Beast You Had A Game In 1977 To Say At Least Your House Is Full Of Mole Body Full Of Yeast I Bet You Baking A Loaf Of Bread Down Between Your Cheeks You Stanky Little Rodent Yeah *****, You Molded You'll Never See Your Brother That's Why Your Love Carroded Emphysema All In Him You Can't Hold Nobody Ain't No Toxins In Your Venom You Just A Grand Momma In Denom Looking For Some Little Kids To Put Some **** Up In Them (Maybe It's Time For Another Ghetto Rendezvous) The Problem Is You Ain't Have No ****** Loyalty And The Only Thing You Wanted Was My Royalties You Stole A Car And A Bike From Me Looking Back I Was The Caretaker Of A Dummy And That Husband Of Yours, You Dumb Witch Was Still A Husband Of Hers You Stupid ***** You Never Acted Your Age You Only Came To Embarass Me Out In Public For Days That's Why Little Clarity Pays You Got The Boot Now I'm Chipping Like Frito Lays Rest In Peace To My Niece At Least When She Was Lying In State She Had A Grin On Her Mouthpiece Now What That Tell You About You You Disturb To The Curb And It's Better Without You (I'm Coming Strapped To Another Ghetto Rendezvous) Fat Boy Know You Really Been Dummin Going Over Peewee house showing off your Triple Stomach With A Strap In Your Waist Now What You Gon Do When You See My Face, I Doubt It I'm Tired Of Playing With You Cocka Roaches I Gave You ******* Life And Trust And You Studders Broke It Cause You A *********** *** Offender Put Some Honey On Your **** And Put It In A Blender They Caught You ****** On Your Sister's Daughter That Some Setual ****, Get The Holy Water Compton Alumni A-No Go ***** You Really Passer For Robos Upstate in Y.A. Without Your Homeboys Cheeking Each Other Butts Making No Noise (I'm Taking Off When I Hit The Ghetto Rendezvous) If I Bought You Equipment And Sold It, That's On You Help You Get Into A Home And Lose It, That's On You You ****** Acting Like Babies You Feeling Entitled To Another Man's Money, That's Crazy While I Get Sane, And Schizophrenia And Struggles With Love And Money And Happiness You Get Plenty Of While I'm Staying Fly Like Laguardia I'm A Guardian, I'm The Ardista I'm The Flyiest MC That You Ever Heard Om The Norman Microphone, ********** That's Word Now Give Me The Mic And Let Me Be Heard Cause I Be Quitting Surely, I Am The Shep-erd Now What You Know About My Lyrics And Style I Got A Clico Backwash Fly We Wild (I Think It's Time For Another Ghetto Rendezvous) [Outro]
