CAPT.SMITTI - TINKER BELL

I feel like tinker ring that bell I need shoes that could sell I could a flip Pat and Charlie buy a whip Y’all nighas smart you on shit You with the mob the mud the grit Cream of wheat oatmeal and grits Saltine peanut butter ritz What you drinking water wit Crystal light or more to sip I could not afford to diss Anybody less than rich They was always testing this Keep on fighting raise your fist Put that shit up in the air we was working over here Master lee gone shoot the flare yeah