Another great rapper from Detroit; I saw this had no lyrics so I just decided to gon' head and do it myself... Please enjoy. I OWN NOTHING OF THIS SONG
D-Town westside, Yea I said it westside
But they yellin Big so much, You would thought it's bedstie,
You are now f-ckin with the newest nigga best out,
Gon' and roll that weed nigga (Why) Cuhz im stressed out,
L.V checked out, Bad b-tch chest out (them titties)
No wonder why misses right just keeps on gettin left out,
Oh well that's everything I'm not concernin (f-ck it)
I'm on the top floor gettin brains, Higher learnin
Gettin higher earnins and my desires yearnin,
Runnin through that paper (What) like my Attourney
100 blunts rolled, You can smell the fire burnin,
Im in the fast lane, You can smell my tires burnin,
Exercise, Flex on guys, Model chick,
Sex on thighs, I might let Alexis drive,
Jesus chain testify, I over Accessorize,
Test her out na she gon need a stretcher when i stretch her out
When it's time to speak man all of yall listen, When you up in the party
man why is all the broads missin, And i just drop lines
like a nigga goin fishin, Man and i be on them posters like a nigga gon missin
And i spit (Scratch) that retarded sh-t, Just call it autism
And im so hollywood that I might make yo bitch audition
For me, Cut-Cut Look immma dick her dooowwwnnn, You gon
pick her up,
Yup,
And I'm unusual as sh-t, i am superbad yo girl prolly
doodlin my d-ck, And it's a couple school up in my head that
could use a f-ckin wrench, and im jus lookin at the game like they can use
a f-ckin bench, (bitch) and my name all up in the rafters, She gon
Make me cum, but i bet that money come faster, Kanye first,
Then im comin after, and louieVaton shoes hoe,
Dimes and the jaspers, Who, her, I ran through her walls,
Made her scream and disapear, But hell naw my name is not casper ,
Boy, What the f-ck these rappers sound like, Ha just a whole bunch of my sound bites,
First whip Garbo, Second whip Largo, Don't
worry bout my niggas they're good, Marshall,
Bank account got me feelin well, Fargo,
Ballin 'till I get a milla-check Darco,
I just give em line afta line, afta line afta... Afta line, afta line, Bar codes,
They lookin for my work, Narco, Cuhz i just blackout in the booth,
Charcoal, Me, Don, C, Tone and 54 b-tches, The seeds finna blow,
I bet they finna blow nigga, 2 pounds of weed don't act like you don't nigga,
i put that green up like missle toe nigga,
