Take Out the Squeal (If You Want a Meal) (If You Want a Meal)

歌詞

Checkmate- This is La Macarena- just call me Quanto. But nowadays everybody wanna be Blanco- Guess I'm renamein' 'em- but I ain't blamein' 'em. I laugh at these bitches- they macadamia'n. 3-0-5 chin checker- straight Down South girl. You fucking with the real Cocaine Cowgirl. Rich. You can copy her- she got it from me. You know, the little man- they always want to get it for cheap. Bitch. Straight out the lab- ain't been stepped on. The last real bitch alive has just been slept on- Jack Rippa'. No one's above and I'm hated for the same reasons that I'm loved. They walkin' contradictions- hypocritical thieves. That's why I don't play with mutts- they all got fleas. Money make me smile- Mother- fucka' friend. And I don't let shit slide- I love revenge. Bang, bang! Street sweeper cocked and aimed- (inaudible) Bang, bang! Street sweeper cocked and aimed- (inaudible) Bang, bang! Street sweeper cocked and aimed- (inaudible) Bang, bang! Street sweeper cocked and aimed- (inaudible) Man, this bitch is jacki-jackin'- she improvise more than an Italian actor. Seems the seamstress ran out of material- she lack fiber like a box of cereal. Fuck patience- moderate mediation- any technicalities so feel retaliation. How broke bitches dimes with nine cents- before you get on my page read the fine print. Jacki (inaudible) blanco- put my foot up in a rap bitch ass pronto. I don't do allies- they cause treason. I don't do emotions- they cloud reason. I don't play games- I don't play fair- I don't play victim- but I do play dare. No mercy- love is numb- the pain is like shame I only learned that once. Bang, bang! Street sweeper cocked and aimed- (inaudible) Bang, bang! Street sweeper cocked and aimed- (inaudible) Bang, bang! Street sweeper cocked and aimed- (inaudible) Bang, bang! Street sweeper cocked and aimed- (inaudible) Y'all better tell these bitches that Jacki is bad news- keep an eagle on my stomach like one of my tattoos. If I up it- I'm gonna aim it. If I shoot it- don't blame it. My mama- didn't want me and the street couldn't tame it. Better slow 'em down- tell 'em stay on they face- Before I snatch off they lace and have to razor they face. Bitches ain't trash- they dumpsters. If I sss-slide up on 'em- you know I'm coming with Munsters. And we don't got sticks- we got logs. And we like Mike Vick- killing dogs and all. Uh- We don't tolerate haters- cut ya' ass up and feed ya' ass to the gators. My shit's clean- they steppin' on dope. None dancein' hoes- steppin' on toes. Bitches 'bout as real as they facial features- makin' desperate moves is a sign of weakness. Bang, bang! Street sweeper cocked and aimed- (inaudible) Bang, bang! Street sweeper cocked and aimed- (inaudible) Bang, bang! Street sweeper cocked and aimed- (inaudible) Bang, bang! Street sweeper cocked and aimed- (inaudible)