Dudes
Freak,
freak y'all,
I'm back in the streets y'all
I'm having a total recall,
I'm trying to reach y'all
Why these rappers try to cheat y'all?
That's why my nickname is Streetball
All praise the most high,
Ropa-dopa-nopa chicken don't lie
I'm the one that floats the boat so don't try
Throw you in the trash like waffles and fries,
right?
Give a in and a minimum,
sending them subliminal criminal messages,
spiritual vestiges
Yes,
this is the best there is,
whoever was Wizard of Oz,
Cosmo,
like Kramer
Set her free,
never stained her,
cause my lights like Wayne's
Boy,
I'm looking for the same girl,
with the brain drill,
on the same gill
Liquid veins still,
so she gets thrilled when the pain kills
Mama said,
mama said,
don't go too far,
but it's way too late
Cause I'm in the car,
and I'm down the road,
with a loaded mic
And I'm shooting all I can, she's on sight
I let the haters die,
so see you later y'all I let the haters die,
so see you later y'all
Go ladies,
go ladies,
go ladies,
go ladies,
go ladies,
go ladies,
go ladies,
go
The clicker picker upper,
the beat chopper The freak nine between the sheets,
the music popper
The freak topper,
the breathe deep,
eavesdropper The beat knocker,
the street heat,
top shotter
Hand on the palm,
left hand on the 45 Never taking a dive,
staying alive
La la la la la la la la Never say die,
cause I'm never gonna fly,
don't cry
Hustle and flow,
this is my Solando,
I could bust a van of Ambrose
Canada's wonderland,
yo,
if it don't come it don't go
Everyone knows, can't have a guess without no
You can't have a stop without go,
can't have a cop without lo
Can't have the rap game without the new Jackson,
oh no
Mama said,
mama said,
don't go too far,
but it's way too late
Cause I'm in the car,
and I'm down the road,
with a loaded mic
And I'm shooting all I can, she's on sight
Connection,
full perfection,
directing your perception
Addiction,
prediction,
wins elections,
you're like Nixon
Lie from Bradford Sky to Liza Swan,
don't try this son,
your time is done
If the trigger don't clap,
never use the word,
never use that,
you're filling the gap
If it's all the same, another game,
and I'm not wasting my time
If it's all for fame, then what a shame,
you'll soon be losing your mind,
losing your mind
Mama said,
mama said,
don't go too far,
don't go too far,
down the road,
don't go too far
Cause it's way too late,
and I'm in the car,
and I'm down the road,
with a loaded mic
And I'm shooting all I can, she's on sight
Sight, sight,
sight,
sight,
sight,
sight, sight