long time comin, it's the long duck dong fuck a bitch off her tracks cause my brinks money long I got stacks-bitches with racks can't we all just get along choppas stacked, 9 milli Macs it's Mike honcho on tha song damn I rock the beat like I'm fully fuckin mental ill pull up in the Gurkha leave ya needin fuckin dental swervin sideways, eyes sittin oriental when I wrote this fuckin verse I wasn't meanin to be gentle 99 problems but I'm down to 1 I took ya bitch out ta dinner and we havin fun in the black limo caddy smokin mmm mm son what chu think I'm gonna do when you flash that gun stop bein a bitch, just handle yo shit I'll start rollin Swisher's, then we'll take some hits we trippin off the Molly, hope I don't get sick damn I'm gonna run them tracks off all up in yo bitch all up in yo bitch damn I'm gonna run them tracks off all up in yo bitch all up in yo bitch(till slow part) flip the switch, I can't hear a thang high up in the ceiling while my fuckin ears rang can't control my feelings, or the numbness to the pain please tell me whats the cheat code to the lifestyle game can't win or lose, nothins ever right only thing to look towards is pussy being tight when will shit get easier, I never find the light let me sip a lil bit can you pass me the sprite damn--- I feel a little better, I might fuck ya bitch in a turtle neck sweater I'm lookin outside it'd be perfect weather how much youanna bet I make things get wetta things get wetta how much youanna bet I make things get wetta things get wetta how much youanna bet I make things get wetta turtleneck sweater I bet I fuck your bitch in a turtle neck sweater (till slow part)*end*