This is a Misdemeanor exclusive
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Yes, turn the volume up
Yes, turn the volume up
This is an exclusive (Turn the volume up)
Its very necessary, on the contray
No you do not scare me, is you drinkin Bloody Mary?
But shit, you betta hurry, before I have to bury
My attitude is bitchy, cuz my period is heavy
I used to drive a Chevy, put twenties on that baby
My nigga was the shit, but then that stupid nigga left me
And now Im lovin Larry, but Larry go with Terri
And Terri is a freak, but its his baby she will carry
The life he lives a fairy, cartoon like "Tom and Jerry"
My flow is legendary and your style is temporary
Yeah, you need to worry, like Jason, it gets scary
The words that I spit dont fit in that category
Is my vision blurry? My speech is very slurry
Me without Tim is like Jamaicans with no curry
And yes, its necessary, so hurry, nigga, hurry
Cuz when this album drops, you whack MCs will all get burried
Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party
Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up)
Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party
Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up)
Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party
Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up)
Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party
Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up)
Your styles very crummy, thats why you have no money
You always looking bummy, I dont care if you dont love me
Dont try to come before me, unless you are a dummy
Repeat, youll lose your teeth and I would hate to call you gummy
Rainy or sunny, battle no way, honey
this is not a game of Hide-and-Seek, go call ya mummy
Its about get so ugly, and Ima keep yall runnin
Hiding from me, cuz you know you are weak
You aint sayin nothin, I keep it jumpin jumpin
In your Kenwoods, Im bumpin sumthin in ya trunkn
You can say Im buggin, cuz when I come out bustin
Thats why yall be discussin who I like and who Im fuckin
Cmon, cmon
Cmon, cmon
Cmon, cmon
Fickidy, uh, uh, uh
Cmon, cmon
Cmon, cmon
I had a little homie named Paul Revere
Smokes blunt after blunt, guzzled 40s of beer
He used to swear up and down every first of the year
He was gon quit smokin, but he never did
Watch yall huskey, its about that time
Gettin ready for the club round quarter til nine
Couple bottles of hypnotic in the back of the ride
Might spit like a girl, but I hit like a guy
Me and Missy ballin up the avenue
Funky fresh dressed to impress, we mackin dudes
Music biz only reason I aint jackin fools
You know bullshit walk and stackin rules
Shit keeps drawin, the streets keep callin
Drink til Im nice and uh, uh-uh, onn
Im bad luck, yall mad cuz yall suck
Please do not try to fuck with young buck
Please do not try to fuck with young buck
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