Still walk around wit´the hammer boss
Rope and a cross
Hard times´ll make a lil´nigga hate Santa Claus
Your mountains is high, holdin´in Diana Ross
I´m like a 2003 banana Porsche
I don´t gotta hide sluts, to get your ties cut
My team in the cutt, packin´middle things
I got more foreign shoteers than the Sacramento Kings
It´s 8 class karats in the border
I poke holes in plastic, to avoid a vaginal disorder
I´m a savage on your daughter
She ain´t in the college dorm
Then I guess I´m squirtin´on the cabin that you
bought her
I´m a heavy weed smoker, so the average is a quarter
Brown colored from shit, he established in the water
You got Banks on your jersey, you part of my fan base
Just `cause you pour syrup on shit, don´t make it
pancakes