Letras
The year was '86
He was waiting on his bitch in a Mercedes playing Prince 'If I Was Your Girlfriend'
Back in '99, them niggas thought the world would end
Two triple zero party over with, yeah
The year was '86
He was waiting on his bitch in a Mercedes playing Prince 'If I Was Your Girlfriend'
Back in 99, them niggas thought the world would end
Two triple zero party over with, we still here, we ain't go nowhere
Home on the ranch
This is hell when you don't stand a snowman's chance
Tramps ghetto romance
As a young champ, it was said I had thunder in my underpants
When I struck, the current lift up a hair
If you dare have sex with the half man, half electric chair
Daddy debonair, five carat solitaires from the bears
A while ago I scared, thou should not fear
I'ma lock in what's hidden, I'm trying to get to your inner sides of fears
Who said my love's not for sale?
Y'all some liars, can't believe everything you hear
Time for a turtleneck tag snap
When you turned ain't no turning back
All the work was wrapped in a turkey bag
I'm currently curving casters and learning curves, to curb any test that a nerd could pass
The murder for us was like learning math, subtracting that
Niggas wack, fuck around and get yourself whacked
As for the smoke, we never ducked that
Shit was like water off a duck's back, what's fucking with that?
Might stab my autograph in your daughter's thorax
Small caps, what would cause you to leave the door crack?
Before I stabbed shorty, I hung my jacket on an ordered track
Had a glass of water, and now for my curtain call, 'cause I'm a performer
The floor can't be a cause of the candy pantyhose
Resolve moisture and pour it on the Rolex, Oyster