| Yeah, yo, yo
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| I keep my hoes guessin', my homies in the know
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| Throw a year worth of alimony in the escrow
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| On the abalone and the pesto
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| Got an ex-pro in Modesto, yo
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| Stash herbs in the cheese cloth
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| Man that’s how you serve beef broth
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| Zagat rated, three course
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| Was castrated in divorce
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| Holy cow, the most unholy act holier than thou
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| That’s why he roll doli on the prowl
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| Lives lowly, busts aioli on the towel
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| Foul, putrid, ruthless
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| No benefits damn near toothless
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| No higher power can stop me
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| Rap lords ain’t gods they ungodly
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| Ya’ll don’t like ugly
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| Ya’ll don’t like us
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| But nobody’s above me
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| Only Gangaz I trust
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| I’m ungodly
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| Ungodly
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| Yo, yo, a dirtbag, thief, cheater
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| Who was baptized in the birdbath filled with Beefeater
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| Preacher poured like over 3 liters
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| Come to find out the nigga was an Applebee’s greeter
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| True story, who’s debunking that?
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| Exorbitant shorties k’s without spelunking hats
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| Got a dog, a domesticated skunk, and cat
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| And there’s like 20 square feet up in this shrunken flat
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| Pffff to each his own
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| I told mami don’t trim no fat off of my chicharron
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| The nigga know to breach a loan
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| And downgraded from a smart phone to a feature phone
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| No ambition, lacks hope
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| Without giving him permission shorties get they backs groped
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| «Did you see who did these acts?» |
| «Nope
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| But the nigga smell like african black soap |