good old slo town I've got to get back To that city today If you're new in town Then you'll wanna look around But you don't know where to begin Well
See which flavor you like and I'll have it for you Come on in to my store, I've got candy galore Don't pretend you're not hungry, I've seen it before
to ya" I don't know why i didn't get that job, but now its move over Meryl Streep, theres new light on the cinamatic horrizon, Madonna. Oh this is not
's at Are you ready to go Are you ready to go If you want it You already got it If you thought it It better be what you want If you feel it It must be
tooth loose (Poo pow) To show you what type of stuff I'm on You can't puff or sniff it Because I was born with it The Funkadelic Devil, hit you with
You don't remember when you was my sweetest You don't remember when I called you Reese's Pieces 'Cause it's no wrong way to do you know what She turned
in your ass So come on, baby and pop it quick I fall in love when you suck my dick Bitch, you don't know? You ain't heard? Fuckin' with me, you're gonna
Throw up your hands if you're H-O-support Throw up your hands if you're going to court, hey The life that you live is long not short, hey Dig it, you
incorrect I don't believe in self important folks who preach No Bad Religion song can make your life complete Prepare for rejection You'll get no direction from me You
.O.A.T.) And you don't gotta say it, just think it 'Cause I know that you know that I know that you know that I know that (I'm a G.O.A.T.) Hahahaha I'
on the floor and two balls so you know who did it You know you with it girl, don't front, oh no, you didn't I won't rape all the Pussycat Dolls, Nicole, you
last summer, man You don't remember when you was my sweetest You don't remember when I called you Reese's Pieces Cause it's no wrong way to do you know
Yeah, if you loved me I'd be madonna rich Yeah, if you loved me I'd be one lucky bitch If you loved me, you really love me yeah I don't really care
, say something Open your mouth, say somethin', I fuckin' dare you Chokin' you out 'til you can't suck any air through Fuck with your man too, thinkin' I can't
ass nigga Spaz happy slash colostomy bag giver [Kid Vishis] Slash the ass kicker Slash the last lyrical ass nigga Imperial swag C'mon [Chorus] [Royce Da 5'9"] Nigga know they don't
(You!) Who are you? You have no talent. You're a bad juggler. You can't walk the high wire. You can't tame a tiger. Then I'll be a clown like my grandfather
you die for me? No doubt These hoes don't treat you like I treat you Like my contacts I can see right through Don't they know me and you is stuck like
You know the outcome Girl, you know the game and when you start to run Who is this new guy? Thinkin' he's funky He ain't nothin', girl, you know Rappers