You Me Him Her Lyrics
Some... snapper is he, in the dirty call me young trapper md, 40cal gun clapper M-T, none matta, none dapper, son rapper M-C, 2 much b4 so i chatta simply, over any proteus drum pattern M-P, thru ya pro-tools mo duels then ____ _____, gather round gon be rather langthy, its all new hood pan rapper is me, Nike shoes bandana Fendi, Caddilac black like a Bentley, gotta bat neva lack young mac a pimpy, while u smacks her down i tap her gently, da chitta chatta done got her friendly, the game i runs like a lapper indeed, cant catch her breath heart patter quickly, weather rippin a mic or palmin a pistol, i get it well done its medium rare to be so raw in the middle, get little be ghost or gone, i am a lawn u cant post up on, NO Meet the waist i keep toaster on, i need more im so close to dawn, i cant be blurrd out the fo-cus is on nigga, yall kids aint cuttin the di-jun i pull up to ya car like grey pupon rookie, pimpin in that grey coupe on 20's then i peel off like armed rangers, watch urself senior's dangerous, weather givin a whole or breakin half if i bring the danger shake it fast, truck... full of holes like jason's mask, no mistikal dont miss wit the cal.... 40 that is shorty that is, dont press ya luck, accellorators what i press in the truck, im so ghetto, elevators aint lettin u up im a big boy everybody inlove wit lu, she u and ya cuzin too, just caddilac doors and outta mack 4's, old folks turnin caddaracs toward'm (toward him)
I'm so hard to see and so hard to be, can u handle traction, push a abraham lincoln or andrew jackson... PAID Rogers and hamerstien, niggas turn into doggers when hammers gleam, they dont like the words put they'll honor the magazine, im the source of the shit, 44 my jockey draws im the horse of this shit but my money never short, niggas there's no eatin here nigga dont put ya money into forks, niggas its a cold cold world dont put ya money into shorts niggas...
