She had the cute face with the nice~waste~game
Gave me her number and her my~space~name

You motherf**kers -say that I'm foolish I
only talk about jewels (bling bling) Do you fools listen to
music or do you just skim through it?

I was going to Buck-we-romes, cellular phones
Doc-Meth back in the flesh, blood and bone
don't condone Spent bank loans and homegrown
suckers break like Turbo
in no zone, when I, grab the broom
moon-walk platoon hawk my goons spark
leave you in a blue lagoon lost

Yeah, no security, (I'll put you on the respirator)
I'm the bomb, (I'm the mothafuckin detonator)

So what you boys gon do to me? I'm born street
Your life's sweet, MTV's Laguna Beach

(Classic shit) we mastered this, (left for dead) I'm back, (I'm Lazareth)

Room enough for one I tell my homies they can't ride
Unless they sittin on the shoulders but that's way too high

We count hundreds on the table, twentys on the floor
Fresh outta work and on the way with some more
And I luv it (yeah!), and I luv it
I got gangstas in the crowd, bad bitches at my show
Parked outside, and sitting on vogues
And I luv it (yeah!), and luv it

The problem with me is that I think too much
relying on this pen and this ink too much
and I do too much - I'm always on tour
accumulating voice, till I forgot about the score
And the problem with you is you don't think it all
your brains deadweight so you sink and you fall
you drink and you smoke till your motivation gone
and you know this is true so you hate this song...

I find it funny she can never find her car keys
Immediately after telling me she can't take it
She makes the cutest faces when she screams obscenities
And slurs her words because she's never not inebriated

Oh no,
She's at the bottom of that bottle
She's only one more swallow
From being, oh, so hollow

I love it how she breathes booze in the mornin'
Man, it's so sexy how she can't remember last night
I made a fatal mistake letting her drink again
But who the hell am I to tell her how to live her life?

Whatta you mean what was my childhood like?
What difference does that make?
Yo, my childhood was messed up, so what?
Everybody's childhood was messed up.
This is the 90's, find me one person who had it right.
What's that got to do with me rhyming?
What's left?

"Excuse me, is you saying something?
Ha ha you can't tell me nothing"

"I feel the pressure, under more scrutiny
And what'd I do? Act more stupidly
Bought more jewelry, More Louis V.
My mama couldn't get through to me
The drama, people suing me
I'm on T.V. talking like it's just you and me
I'm just saying how I feel man
I ain't one of the Cosby's, I ain't go to Hillman
I guess the money should've changed them
I guess I should've forgot where I came from"

"Life is a, bitch, depending how you dress her
So if the devil wear prada, Adam, Eve wear nada,
I'm in between, but way more fresher"

"Get a tan? im already black
Rich? I'm already that
gangsta, get a gat
hit a head in a hat
call that a riddle rap
shit, f**k the chitter chat
I'm the baker, i bake the bread
the barber, i cut ya head
the marksman, i spray the lead
"I blood clot, chop ya leg"
do not f**k with the kid
i get biz wit the cigg
i come where you live
ya dig?"

"Even if you in a Benz, you still a nigga in a coupe"

"Ya boy got the drug money we be stackin on,
Lotta carrots, not the one's Bugs Bunny snackin' on"

"I play them diamonds well when I got dat jewelery on,
And she called the Parrykeater, navy canary bond"

"We all know Jacob, check the shit he did
He spent more time making the band than Diddy did"

"And she got a girlfriend on the side like fangs"

"Ma I'm that fire now swallow my butane"

"The fist is like a symbol for black
Can tell the real by how the interact"

"I don't give em pickup times , the rims are a pickup line, they fighting just to skip up in the line"

"Its niggas in the dark, baby I just shine
I do it from the heart homie they just rhyme
Check your watch nigga its my time
In that case time waits for no man"

"You can't con me, thats half my name"

"I push miracle whips"

Nikes on the ground got my head to the sky
Smoked all day, Lord knows I stay high
Stay on top, Lord knows I'm gon' try
And live for the moment, Lord knows I'm gon' die
And when I get to hell, Lord knows I'm gon' fry
Woke up this morning so I'm still alive
36 O's I sold them all for five

WAIT TILL YOU TASTE MY CLIT

Threw the pencil and leak
The sheet of the tablet in my mind
Cause I don't write shit
Cause I ain't got time
Cause my seconds, minutes, hours
Go to the almighty dollar
And the almighty power
Of dat chit cha cha chopper
Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter, Father motha f**k a copper,
Got da maserati dancin on the bridge pussy poppin,

You never stood half a chance like Siamese twins.

Its Chris the menace with more shit on the street than evicted tenants

Life is a uhhh depending on how you dress her//
So if the devil wear prada, Adam Eve wear nada, I'm in between but way more fresher//

Hi haters I'm back of hiatus I feel just like you I mean even I hate us
Turn the radio down I mean every song
Yeezy got a vision that's clearer than Evian

Only time you dudes ball(bald) is in a barber shop

Call me So I can make it juicy for ya

This is not the matrix but I am the oracle
Do you want to get with me? The question is rhetorical

Your future look better than your past if you're present with the man.

I ride up on them like escalators

pass by shorty light skin with no melanin
her shirt looked like she stuffed two melons in.

I rep my city, nobody flyer
Say something different, you a goddamn liar
Block on fire, streets stay cookin
Girl, you lookin for a boyfriend, keep on looking
Downtown, Fillmore, something like brooklyn
Uptown Harlem, yea we ballin
Frisco, Frisco home of the brave
I don't know about ya'll, but we gettin paid

Hit like Barry, score like Jerry
Still right here, Filmore to marry

And she think that i play with Griffey and Sheffield
Cause all the accusations be comin from left field

But I got a funny feelin she cant be without her friends
So like yesterday's clothes i'm bout to wear em out again

But not too loud 'cause the baby's sleepin
I wonder if it knows what the world is keepin

My friends be thinkin' i'm slippin'
These girls be thinkin' i'm trippin'
What kinds of weed he be smokin', What type of drinks he be sippin'
Sweet thing just to think of you dippin'
You had me with the blues so hard, you would think I was crippin'
Now you relaxing in the benz
Credit cards with no limit, so you won't worry about maxing when you spend
Ever since you been asking about the friends
How'd you like if both our names had Jackson on the end

One you never heard of I,
Push it hard to further the
Grind, I feel like murder but,
Hip Hop just saved me
One you never heard of I,
Push it hard to further the
Grind, I feel like murder but,
Hip Hop just saved my life

Un-f**kin believable, Little Wayne's the president
F**k em, f**k em, f**k em
Even if they celibate
I know the game is crazy
It's more crazy than it's ever been
I'm married to that crazy bitch
Call me Kevin Federlin