Yo I ain′t hearin nothin
Kool Keith in the place
I'mma be all up in your face
Yo, I′mma tell you, I don't hear what you got to say
G'wan from here, forget the All-Star game
Light your ass man with flame, urinate in the brain
Ladies react, move her panties off with the prongs
Impostor from the Barbados
Private jet shock your island, 40 ounce undercover with a cashmere
Your fake Gucci glasses, your jacket′s made out of reindeer
Jealous, I know you act like you don′t hear
Top control a whiny waist, I'm not impressed
Beyond your fat stomach, twist your tiny waist
Jackin the juice, leave your bad mouth with a bad taste
We keep it clean, no passin gas or sour beans in here
No girls with a lack of hygiene with sardines in here
Yo, you no Garland, open the brew, crack the beer
It′s a damn and tellin shame in here
Everybody know the game in here
Know your flame in here
What you sayin here?
Yo playin here
Like Free as Mary J. Blige, AJ look like the Predator
Number one with the Tec-9 in the duffel bag, I'm your competitor
Bounty catcher and master, you face me in America
You know you guys rhyme a little gay for commercial
Deep in the industry, the anal crevices
Y′all date men, your bodyguards too busy datin trannies
The kid on the mic, your hype man goes the other way
Santa Monica butt boys, flyin girls in from Chicago, Illinois
Ask the judge right here, don't budge right here
Y′all light in the ass featherweight, fly your kite here
Bird figures, y'all ain't all that, don′t let me reveal you
Cap peel you, top of the mansion butt boys
Earnin for girls, y′all strut boys
Play your right hand side with Tonka toys
Walkin back and forth like Enoch against your crew
Sayin crush kill destroy
Asian girls relax on Soul Train, you're stiff, eat your bok choy
It′s a damn and tellin shame in here
Everybody know the game in here
Know your flame in here
What you sayin here?
Yo playin here
Special effects make most of you average rappers wear pastel colors
Wallpaper in your background, I P-I-S-S on you
Gain benefits, collect C-I-S-S on you
Don't need one mic there, I′d rather vomit on two
People suck, are you down? I'm in your area
You bad, the more the merrier
Santa Claus put flammable fluid through your claws
I′ll break all sissy laws
Treat you like a posse on Sunset, you bet
I know you in the back of the aisle, your girdle's wet
You got the nerve to move and listen to Keith hold sweat
Look around yo, you're like the girl
Who used to sing a long time in Florida
I′ll call you Ann Quet
It′s a damn and tellin shame in here
Everybody know the game in here
Know your flame in here
What you sayin here?
Yo playin here
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