[Verse 1:]
Rappin Is My Hobby, My House Has A Lobby
My Bitches Act Snobby because I Feed Them Thousands
I Kno That Didn’t Rhyme but Im Only Being Honest
You cant Pay Me In Cash now Im Only Seein Commas.
I Swear I got On Saks 5th Boxers Right Now
Im Tryna Milk The Game As If The Game Was A Cow
I Had A Eddie Bauer Expedition 7 Years Ago
My Grandma Used To Tell Me That She Swear I Been Here Befo.
I Used To Wear Braids Like Jasons Lyric,Whoa
Spent A Bundle On The Cross Because Iam Spi-Ri-Tual
And I Can Never Pass A Physical…I Stay High,
High As The Voice Of Akon!
And Make Mine A Straight wit No Chase
Hold The Ice… I Got Enuff On Ne Way
And Wen They See The Boy They Hyperventilate
I Got Them Runnin After Me Like Im About To Win A Race.
[Chorus:]
Ima Beast, Ima Dog.
Bitch Ima Beast, Ho Ima Dog
Yea U Kno That Im A Beast, Ima Dog
Ima Beast, Ho Ima Dog. You Know That
[Verse 2:]
Never Entertain The Suckas Wit The Hatin Bidness(Nah Never Did That)
Im On A Yacht Playin Table Tennis
Expensive Lenin,Women Sinning
Adultery… Compulsively
Im An Arsenist On The Beat…Blaze Fire
The Door Close To The Booth I Feel Like A Caged Lion(Rawr)
Yea, Let Me Loose(Rawr) Now Let Me Get’em(Rawr)
Cuz I Aint Goin Back And Forth Like Badmitton
No I Will Never Drop The Ball Like Badmitton
And I Aint Being Conceited Im Just Ad-Mittin
I Flow Cocky… Got Hand Rhythm
I Got This Bitch On Lock Like San Quentin
Im Tough Daddy Whats Poppin Gangsta(Bloods!)
[Sirens In The Background]
Im Tryna Keep My Pockets Fat Like Opera Singers
So Sharp If U Touch Me Ill Chop Ya Fingers
Im On Top Of The Game
Like Helicopter Angles
I See U Niggas, I Hope U Havin Fun
I Hope U Have A Gun(Gunshot) This Shit Is Crazy
Its Little Baby, Im Here To Take It
And Its Lookin Vacant. Cuz…
[Sirens End]
[Chorus x2]
Ok… Now Ima Go Off On’em
At First I Was Goin Soft On’em
But Now Its Time To Go Hard!
Bustin… Bangin Boguard[?]
Take A Shit In Yo Yard
Take A Piss On Yo Broad
Make A List Of Yo Boyz
And Go And Murder Them All(Haha)
Life Is A Short A Midget Told Me That
And I Alllways Thought I Was Fly Like I Had A Pidgeon On My Back
But I Got Decisions On My Back
Vision On My Back
So Dont You Ever Run Up On Me I Got Precision Wit That Gat
I Dont Rat-Ta-Tat-Tat-Tat
All I Got To Do Is Tat!
Bet I Hit My Tar-Get
Like A Fuckin Dart Mat
My Address Is Cloud Nine
See And U Shall Find
Weezy On Da Grind
Im About My Frankensteins
U Kno Me, From My Lincolns To My Franklins
See I Make That Money Stretch And Connect Like An Anklet
These dumb Bitches Runnin In Out My House Like A Banquet
And I Dont Even Speak Their Language… Ahahah
And If The Bitch Boyfrend Get Angry
Then My Niggas Turn Around And Tell His Whole Clique
Fuck That Nigga, Pussy Ass Nigga
Fuck That Nigga!! Yea!
[Chorus x2: To The End]
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