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Young young young young young young yooouuunnng young moola baby Weezy f bitch, I'm tired of ya'll hatin I know ya head hurtin you tylanol takin maf**kers I'm the man Just ask your ol' lady, like a true gentleman I'm after yo lady I'm a massacre waitin' to happin f**k all this rappin boy I get to cappin and leave you with holes like a napkin man He gonna need napkin no a band aid no a damn grave I am rampage jackson on a rampage step in my cage Picture on my page printed in the best book Come up out my left pocket with a left hook Mamma said knock ya out, money made me block ya out I done got the game on lock and I lock ya out My jewelery singin' like the opra house, I done bought the phantom of the opra out Yea, get silly now stupid man Never save a hoe she better ask soulja boy to superman You can bet when I sleep I'm poloed out head to feet, polo horses on my sheets, I get that from pimp c Tall cup of dj screw, sittin on a pint of big moe Sharper than a tack hoe, you can keep the tick toe Yea, red scarff on my neck, red diomans lookin like red barf on my neck EHH Tell my bass, nigga sue woo cause I be with more beans than ju ju Big Bro I'm a big dog, and I don't mean fleas when I say I'm ticked off HAHAHA Nigga I don't eva scratch, and if she throws that pussy, big dog will fetch Aus Songtexte Mania