Lyrics

12/2/2004 2:12 PM ?Ha, Ha?
Written By: Poverty ©2004 Dawonne D. Jackson (614)778-1925

V.1 Check it out, look @ mami over there,
With her halter top, Capri?s & her long black hair.

Excuse me miss if I tend to stare- Holla Back,
And if that?s your man right beside you then I still don?t care.

I get?s around like air split ya? like Sonny & Cher,
Cuz I?m known to rip shit like a sheet when it tears.

And what I write last long like hieroglyphics,
Cuz like a boxer in between rounds I?m known to spit it.

Evolve into some new shit for entertainment,
Long as I?m getting? my doe don?t mind being famous.

Nigga out to impress like a dry cleaners,
So many red dots on his ass he thought he was driving a beamer.

Hung with a Unit full of G?s that was young & buck,
And we all carried guns & sold drugs and stuff.

And when we roll and smoke dro we turned the heat up,
Knew I would make an impact like a Mac truck.

And have a trailor load of girls up in my world,
Cuz I?m the Prince of these hoes without the diamonds & pearls.

I?m from the wild Mid-West where my guns might twirl,
Send shots that?ll hurl in the form of plurals.

Know a real gangsta nigga by the name of Pearl,
Have your brains drippin? blood like an S-curl.

Ran into some freak chicks named Monique & Sheryl,
Deep throat a hard dick without a gag or an earl.

Find my lines in a magazine being quoted,
I roll with 1st Of All, which makes you rappers last poets.

And when I?m high my mind speed makes me a Time Warner,
Cuz I can see what?s ahead me & around the corner.

V.1 I might have to up my burner nigga & put it on you,
And make niggas tremble like the state of California.

Hook 2?s: This is for my niggas sippin? yak in da? back,
And for dem hoes on the floor that get low.

V.2 Lyricly- I slash like Michael Myers,
If you scared go to church nigga & join a choir.

Ya? bitch niggas to sensitive to deal with this,
Flashbacks of S.C.I. keep me real with this.

Where if you sleep you catch a hundred & twenty up in your face,
Nigga?s already biddin? & still catchin? a case.

Pop niggas like bottles when I?m VIP,
And keep a pair of hot chicks like Three?s Company.

Nigga so cool you would think that I was shot up with retiling,
Have your intestines hangin? out like bowl of chitterlings.

I?m the shit like lactose nigga coast to coast,
And you?re bound to get sick when you see what I gross.

I cock back & niggas run back just like T. Davis,
Bitch ya? outdated like O.J & Avis.

Hook 2?s: This is for my niggas sippin? yak in da? back,
And for dem hoes on the floor that get low.

V.3 It?s like this ya?ll, It?s like that ya?ll,
Your bitch will always be my bitch its like that ya?ll.

I get a bitch I breaks that bitch off something proper,
And she can have it her way like a BK Whopper.

Punk move out my way like you just got an apartment,
Cuz I?m a bomb ya? platoon then I?m a drill ya sergeant.

They say life?s bitch & ya? die,
That?s why we get high & do crime & learn to shoot 45?s.

V.3 I like my vodka Grey with a blunt it keeps me high as a Goose,
Don?t need to hear it from 2pac to know if I got juice.

You?ll get kicked like me & my crew partied hard in Cancun,
On my guard & stay sharp like penitentiary spoons.

Wanted Dead or Alive poster with a mic in my holster,
Cuz I may wake up America like a can of Folgers.

Bitch I?m Naughty by Nature I might be related to Treach,
Got enough bank that I can even cash ya? checks.

Hook 2?s: This is for my niggas sippin? yak in da? back,
And for dem hoes on the floor that get low.