Ay, boo, get these mother***ers and pass that jack I see you bitches talkin' loud, but you ain't sayin' *** Get the *** from around here, you don't rep my *** You ain't from my city, you don't know about this You don't want that drama, you ain't ready for it, bitch Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up You ain't ready for it, bitch Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up You ain't ready for it, bitch Two cars in the yard, they don't run So why would I wanna break *** down for you? Let them be confused with the punch Lines and bars that I lunch Hear the king of archery come with a cracker dig Now *** you and that pussy carpet you munch If I'm not hardly the one, you must be barely the one Period, really, you kiddin'? Bitch, I'm the prodigal son And I'm stuntin' like my dad Chicka-chicka-chicka-drinkin' like my mama Co-co-country like my uncle Stutterin' like a seedy in a donker Pom-pom-pom-pom And I'm in a blue Chevy Runnin' up with mother***ers in first I ain't even shift gears yet I ain't even here yet I'm out of this earth, right? But I just hit the surface And I'm about to walk up to a bank with a chain Get a black can of paint and check the curb Where the key? Bitch, you better check your purse I got a brick of herb And I hit this herb And I'm feelin' like I might just hit the curb So get the *** out of my way But if you don't wanna run around the chicken house With a hawk, little puppy, dog, and a wolf And them and them ***s Sufferin', suck a tan, ***, suck a dick, bitch I see you bitches talkin' loud But you ain't sayin' *** Get the *** from around here You don't rep my *** You ain't from my city You don't know about this You don't want that drama You ain't ready for it, bitch Throw it up, get ho Throw it up, throw it up Yeah, ho You ain't ready for it, bitch Throw it up, get ho Throw it up, throw it up Yeah, you ain't ready for it, bitch Bitch, please You don't wanna step up to this miss, sis G-A-N-G-S-T-A Boo, make a nigga hit his knees When I'm up in the building Preachin' to my children I don't be takin' no *** from you haters You'll make me hurt one of your feelings Ha ha ha ha ha Nah, nah, nah, nah Pick your face up off the floor I got you feelin' sad now You be on that hokey wag Hokey wag is bull*** Run into this gangsta Have your preacher at the pulpit, bitch I was born on the Mississippi River Take no *** from a bitch or a nigga So, so crazy Got a ***ed-up temper Bipolar Not Nicki, I'm worser I'll hurt ya, ha ha I got a crazy-ass mind game My nigga, I'm a lion Untamed Hunt your ass down in my jungle I do this I tell them, hold You ain't ready for it, bitch I see you bitches talkin' loud But you ain't sayin' *** Get the *** from around here You don't rep my *** You ain't from my city You don't know about this You don't want that drama You ain't ready for it, bitch Throw it up Get ho Throw it up Throw it up Get ho You ain't ready for it, bitch Throw it up Get ho Throw it up Throw it up Get You ain't ready for it, bitch For it, bitch I see you bitches talkin' loud But you ain't so Me and Yellow Wolf To the roof Off this mother***er You ain't got the oomph You're a hoof To the foot of an elephant Hello, toots You look so eloquent That's what I tell a *** Come sit up front Cause you can't get my seat And I'm tryna tell the cashier what I want They say I act like an *** When I pull up at the White Castle And I ask for an application Throw it back in the face And tell the bitch I'm a rapper Then I whap her in the head with a whopper That I bought from BK You expect me to be proper? Bitch, you better pop in a CD And me immediately Slut ho Skididy-da-da Prada nada Chance, I was thinkin' about buyin' you some clothes But Target was closed So I decided to mosey On over to Kmart But the door's Was locked What about some shoes, I thought Great, I smoked So I'll go to Payless But what do you know They didn't carry a size eight And hoes Oh This is ugly boy swag Puttin' tote tags On your mother***in' hoe bags What a train of trash Pioneer I am here That's why I'm here I don't gotta rhyme But it's more like a mother***in' diarrhea Diarrhea Me, yellow with a gangsta boot Came here to show you a thing Or two about sign language Middle fingers aimed at you So we don't gotta scream at you Ow I just bit my bottom lip It was an accident I went to go tell him All to go get ***ed But I'm never gonna bite my tongue Little bitch, throw it up I see you bitches talkin' loud But you worse What the *** is this? White dog Yo Yo, what up? What up? Uh, what's up? What's up? What's up? What's up? Uh, you do that verse? Yeah, I just killed that *** What? Nah, nothing Um, yo, you know what I was thinking, man? I think the one thing that, uh That the album don't have That it might be missing Is like, uh A song for like, for girls Um, what do you mean for like, bitches? Nah, girls Like a love song No We need one Like, love song, love song Love song Love song Love song Love song Love song Love song Love song Love song Love song Love song Love song Love song Love song Love song Love song Yeah, man Bitches like love songs