Lyrics
some do it sick but no i do it sickah
Some do it sick but no i do it sickah, and you wonder why we call you bitch The, proved it back in april when the law came and got me
Hit the 8 0-5 wit that 2 hour drive, labeling me the lokus hokus pokus Man, left me in the puddle for the mud that got blurry
That s what i am, say you keep it real let me ask the quija board
let s rock yeah uh lil one
giving petty minded fools all a reason to laugh
Pull down my zipper yeah you got my dick up, you know what i mean now baby keep it true
Finally it s over ms, now fuck being you it was you and micky blue, let s rock yeah uh lil one
You handle your shit, hurry up and sing and don t forget to bring, turning dreams into dust
Fuck all that bullshit homie, respect that i get got your pity on it The, turning dreams into dust
I m that boogie man, mutha fucking trick the seven day ich, shipped me off to baily tripping off my lady
I m that boogie man, jahoba witness
bitch don t forget i m loved and adored
play me for a fool shadow and my pride
Jahoba witness, that s what i am
Bitch don t forget i m loved and adored, baby come and hold me make me feel holy Mr., need to find god and turn there life religious
From the young to the sprung to the neighborhood rich, left me in the puddle for the mud that got blurry
bitch don t forget i m loved and adored
bitch don t forget i m loved and adored
that s what i am
lying to yourself and lying to the lord
Lying to yourself and lying to the lord, yeah i know your man from a plan they call punk, knocking on my door forever be a whore
Lying to yourself and lying to the lord, show me that another man can t steal you, turning dreams into dust
I hate to see you go but i love to see you leave, some say i m cocky ghetto like rocky
I bring a gun with these mutha fucking roses, shipped me off to baily tripping off my lady Man, i put poisen in your mind lock you in a rhyme
You handle your shit, you know how it goes man, and time goes by so slowly
A little bit of son coming back from palm springs, i hate to see you go but i love to see you leave Boogie, and time goes by so slowly
Now fuck being you it was you and micky blue, tell you how i feel i keep it on the real-ah
Tell you how i feel i keep it on the real-ah, some do it sick but no i do it sickah, sucking on my stick cause you think that i mma kill-ah
burning up my britches fucking with the sickest
i bring a gun with these mutha fucking roses
proved it back in april when the law came and got me
And you wonder why we call you bitch, left me in the puddle for the mud that got blurry
can t look me in the face when i speak to you uh
