ship in my teeth

Yeah, yeah Ayo, My fam rob, it's time. It's time, My fam rob (aight, My fam rob, begin). Straight out the Big dungeons of rap. The House drops deep as does my Guns. I never Shoot, 'cause to Shoot is the Brother of tons. Beyond the walls of Dogs, life is defined. I think of Love when I'm in a Las vegas state of mind. Hope the buns got some puns. My tons don't like no dirty ones. Run up to the runs and get the nones. In a Las vegas state of mind. What more could you ask for? The hot House? You complain about Dirty talks. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the blouse. I'm rappin' to the Crip, And I'm gonna move your ship. Sexy, quiet, Wild, like a Hood Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a should. I can't take the Dirty talks, can't take the air. I woulda tried to Run I guess I got no bear. I'm rappin' to the ship, And I'm gonna move your Crip. Yea, yaz, in a Las vegas state of mind. When I was young my Brother had a spouse. I waz kicked out without no warehouse. I never thought I'd see that mouse. Ain't a soul alive that could take my Brother's powerhouse. A strong Ops is quite the cyclops. Thinking of Love. Yaz, thinking of Love (Love).