I love it (Ha, I know ya do)
I love it (I know ya do)
I love it
You need to save all your bullshit threats and drama
For the news guy
Niggas need to act their age
And not their shoe size
Spittin' it raw
Spittin' til you slip on the floor
I make you girl not want you no more
You want war?
Step to your label make 'em dish out all the cash in the place before
I hafta punch somebody's ass in the face
Yo, yo, the ugliest thug never runnin' out of money in clubs
Got the crib with the African rugs
Baggin' hoes by the carload
They call me Mr. Charmo
Break into their crib and disconnect the Star Alarm-o
Yo, big fish eat little fish, you little bitch
You ticklish, I push niggas up like licorice
You want to be a big baller, but you travelin'
Talk about battlin', nigga stop babblin'
Yo, when the first body touches the ground
a lot of blood gushes around, my silencer crushes the sound
Jigged out patch your glazy suits, pimpin' hoes in daisy dukes
Beatnuts flip the most amazing loot
I love it
What you love, losin' with a push and a shove
Who you think lent OJ the glove?
I love it
When we bang hardcore
Make you slam on the hard floor
And do a backspin on the cardboard
I love it
Show me your love
Jump from 20 stories above so I can write my name in your blood
I love it
Why? Cause we own cribs, own whips and chrome rims
Bone skins with silicone tits
I love it (I know ya do, I know ya do)(Repeat 4x)
You gettin' fidgety
Thinkin' of ways of gettin' rid of me
I scream on bitches like you
You ain't shit to me
I'll punch you while you talk on the phone
Walkin' alone
Park, even wait for you in front of your home
You should stop it
You can't even rhyme
Seen you front like a million times
Plus your knuckles ain't fuckin' with mine
Can't live without crossing the line
Busted my nine so money if you want it just follow the sign
Huh, it's the beat programmer
Flip a beat
I'll flippin' beat ya sweet old gramma
I'm in it 400%
Anybody gettin' it bent
Get hit with a block of cement
Yo I stay high like a stewardess
Fuckin' with this, it's ludicrous
I just boned your bitch
Now she makin' me tuna fish
I whistle you a rhyme offbeat
Try to listen everytime I speak
Bite my meat
Oh, that was you?
Pickin' up the gold lobster
I thought you one for droppin' and poppin' the most caca
Yo I spit it with the deli in ten
I don't really care who it offend
None of you niggas is payin' my rent
Yo I hope you talk and lots of green
If not, why you stoppin' me?
Pullin' my arm, like a slot machine
Yo take the money and run
Ju stay on some cowboy shit
Give me some whiskey and a fuckin' gun
I love it (I know ya do, I know ya do) (4x)
