The Freestyle

歌詞

Yeah, that's me and T man T.I. dot com bitch Tip, fuck wit' ya boi Hey, that is my brotha Ladies and gentleman T.I. And he is the king, bitch Don't get that shit twisted And me, I am the best rapper alive Ladies and gentleman, hello This is the drought 3 And it's been a minute since I rapped on a Manny Fresh beat But uh, I guess I'll go ahead And show these niggas what to do With one of the beats, man I like my seat down low and my window slightly cracked Ridin' wit' a bad hoe with her girlfriend in tha back I like to get real high and I never look back And you don't wanna try me and don't I look strapped? I come from tha hardest city, ain't nobody fuckin' wit' it I got black and gold soul wit' a fresh New Orleans fitted And a collared polo and a pair of balli bucks Young Money motherfucka, I know you worry about us Cash Money motherfucker, CMR, I trust Never had my jaw brokin' but his jaw I'll bust And I probably got your girlfriend on my bus What happens on my bus stays on my bus And that white widow weed out the jar is a must If you give me a cigar then a cigar I'll bust Put that white widow weed in the cigar and puff Look ma, I'm tryin' to make a porno starring us Well, not just us, a couple foreign sluts Yeah, we make this a manage twain, ya'll in? I be with Jim Jones and we be ballin' ballin' Yeah baby, we ballin' like Rawlins and Spalding Pint of DJ screw and that Hawaiian I am leaning like 3 legged lion Climbing right to the top Of the motherfuckin' mountain counting I'm gonna need me an accountant to count it Manny got this fuckin' beat pounding It's pounding but it was just lost until I found it I found it, stole it like a scoundrel Holly grove hound it, put this bitch to sleep Fucking right, I night gowned it, nigga's talkin' cheap Tell them niggas, pipe down bitch Bloods in the building, now everybody soundless Beatin' up this track like a motherfuckin round fist Blind, deaf or crazy, I'ma spit like a long kiss I'm just a martian, ain't nobody else on this planet I know See, I live by my only Say where my cheese nigga? Where my macaroni? Baby, I get up in da ass and act a donkey Candy, armed candy nigga grippin' the grain See, I'm the only fire that can live in the rain I am so, so New Orleans like 1825 Tulane Ha, ha, ha, see you gotta be New Orleans To know what I'm talkin 'bout and if you don't, fuck you Say what I want and I don't want nothin' 'Cause I got everything, bitch