作曲 : Corey Woods/Dennis Coles/Robert Diggs Yeah, scandalous Yeah, miraculous the arsonists Yo, kicked down the door on the spot, 2602 L, I heard they had O's for sale I heard the same ******t, money drive a Burgundy whip Keep it low, faded licenses plates and great plate Where's the cat from, think he's from New Jerusalem Pretty Rick did his thing for him, but he was using him Power sun, jungle, physical, you know the GodHe go with Tim, the one who called lover of GodY.E.quality S.Elf, I know the natural law now It's time to get the God you and blow like mines But on the low I heard he got born original sin Back in a drive-through Kentucky Fried shot up his ack We got to get him Dunn, aliens is snatchin' our bread U.F.O.'s movin' in with bigger plans than fed, yo Knock on daddy O's door get the scope He's not home, he took Ishmael to Park Slope There go the the dreads yo, swindle two bags of that stuff That get you crashed out had you laid out like bums Peace Keana, what's up with your girlfriend WandaShe drive a green Honda with legs like Jane Fonda I just left her, she took Rashean to Pathmark then Jetted to c****** to get her man some ClarksShe said, "Be back in ninety minutes, Ghostface God forbid" She say, "Peace to W, who's watchin' the kids?" Two hours later, scheamin' like Deniro in CasinoSon better have more coke than Al PacinoKeana ain't tellin' no lies, last year she did a Sting and a half And Tymeek bought her a aircraft But anyway, yo, daddy O home, we need the shotties nidow When we get back, throw you a bit out Later that night, stay mesmerized yo Go get the green 5, meet you on the corner of MarriotYou ready, you got the E and J and The Machete? We goin' upstairs, I hope one ****** is empty We walked in both of us looked like terrorists Masks on, second floor, Dunn yo, I handle this Kick in the crib, the whole ******t looked graphical Natural, ******' a white ******, actual Fiends chantin', "Do your thing chef, handle it" I shot him in the neck, it ricocheted and hit CarolynRan to the back ******yzin', much disguisin' Surprise we comin' and their eyes were tranquilized And buggin', throwin' her twin cousins at his nugget, ****** it Meet Shottie Waddy slug body hobby Where the drugs, where the ounces you be bouncin' Fake cats announcin' on the block, you loungin' Where the blow at, I ain't got ******t, stop frontin' Yo chef, throw the joint in his mouth, money'll start stuntin' ******, show that bit, before I push your wig back Chef stop wavin' that, show him where the paper at Come here Valerie, you know the God he need a salary Put down the pipe here's two tickets to a coke gallery It's in the kitchen in the ceilin' baby girl kept squealin' Only found a white block of cheese from New Zealand Oh ******t, yo, yo where that ******t at yo? Yo Chef, where that ******t? What?
作曲 : Corey Woods/Dennis Coles/Robert Diggs Yeah, scandalous Yeah, miraculous the arsonists Yo, kicked down the door on the spot, 2602 L, I heard they had O's for sale I heard the same ******t, money drive a Burgundy whip Keep it low, faded licenses plates and great plate Where's the cat from, think he's from New Jerusalem Pretty Rick did his thing for him, but he was using him Power sun, jungle, physical, you know the GodHe go with Tim, the one who called lover of GodY.E.quality S.Elf, I know the natural law now It's time to get the God you and blow like mines But on the low I heard he got born original sin Back in a drive-through Kentucky Fried shot up his ack We got to get him Dunn, aliens is snatchin' our bread U.F.O.'s movin' in with bigger plans than fed, yo Knock on daddy O's door get the scope He's not home, he took Ishmael to Park Slope There go the the dreads yo, swindle two bags of that stuff That get you crashed out had you laid out like bums Peace Keana, what's up with your girlfriend WandaShe drive a green Honda with legs like Jane Fonda I just left her, she took Rashean to Pathmark then Jetted to c****** to get her man some ClarksShe said, "Be back in ninety minutes, Ghostface God forbid" She say, "Peace to W, who's watchin' the kids?" Two hours later, scheamin' like Deniro in CasinoSon better have more coke than Al PacinoKeana ain't tellin' no lies, last year she did a Sting and a half And Tymeek bought her a aircraft But anyway, yo, daddy O home, we need the shotties nidow When we get back, throw you a bit out Later that night, stay mesmerized yo Go get the green 5, meet you on the corner of MarriotYou ready, you got the E and J and The Machete? We goin' upstairs, I hope one ****** is empty We walked in both of us looked like terrorists Masks on, second floor, Dunn yo, I handle this Kick in the crib, the whole ******t looked graphical Natural, ******' a white ******, actual Fiends chantin', "Do your thing chef, handle it" I shot him in the neck, it ricocheted and hit CarolynRan to the back ******yzin', much disguisin' Surprise we comin' and their eyes were tranquilized And buggin', throwin' her twin cousins at his nugget, ****** it Meet Shottie Waddy slug body hobby Where the drugs, where the ounces you be bouncin' Fake cats announcin' on the block, you loungin' Where the blow at, I ain't got ******t, stop frontin' Yo chef, throw the joint in his mouth, money'll start stuntin' ******, show that bit, before I push your wig back Chef stop wavin' that, show him where the paper at Come here Valerie, you know the God he need a salary Put down the pipe here's two tickets to a coke gallery It's in the kitchen in the ceilin' baby girl kept squealin' Only found a white block of cheese from New Zealand Oh ******t, yo, yo where that ******t at yo? Yo Chef, where that ******t? What?
