I ain't cut to fit no I ain't cut to fit fuck you and your teenage trip cause I ain't cut to fit this sudden explosion of underground hypeness makes
harder they gotta fall [Chorus Two] Bigger they come, the harder they fallin Bigger they come, the harder they fallin Bigger they come, the harder they fallin
down (For sho') A real pimp gon' represent the town (How tough?) To the fullest let her heels fall off 'Cause I'ma ride the muthafucka 'til the wheels fall
You know a lot can happen after everybody falls asleep Ask the forest fire, ask the cop walking on the beat And do right by them, work a little in your
blinkin' ya eye Put, bling in ya eye, have ya winkin' ya eye Like some things in ya eye, but you can't figure why No nigga, I got my grill fit for the
back I got thugs everywhere, where you going spending that When clicks come to brawl, everything I hit fall Niggas play sick wid y'all, wit me they ain't sick
angel, I would cut off your wings. To keep you with me, I would do anything. Like broken bottles, that slip from druken hands, I've watched my star falling
fo' sho' I got it Hold up, yeah The hype Williams to y'all rookies, you know that this is A motion picture so sick that I call it motion sickness Jonathan
pray. When I think of what would happen if I went off for a beer with the guy instead of coming straight home, it makes me sick even think about it... [
's your boy, physically fit, mentally sick Get dirty money, told you honey, I'm filthy rich We drinkin' Henny 'til we flip, poppin' bottles 'til we sick
Ken] Hold up (YEAH!) [Chamillionaire] The Hype Williams to y'all rookies, you know that this is a motion picture so SICK that I call it motion sickness
my name Or put you through those love sick games Because a woman like you is hard to find Not just in the body also in the mind We fit together like
t never had it I jam like L.A. traffic, Jellyroll behind the wheel And the passenger seat behind the field It's your boy, physically fit, mentally sick
got no love Now what you motherfuckers scared of? That niggas will abandon your vision And say don't give me that old time religion I'm sick and tired
the rules sets the rules on fire I see it in your eyes I don't think I'll fit into your dream Of perfect order and everything still I won't fit in I'
when I unlock the door I'm bringing love to my people unlike these Fickle Fanatics that wanna cause death cut holes flake praying we fall to hells depth
