Quote (WeEzY23 @ Sun, Aug 23 2009, 01:48pm)
Bitch. Check em off. Fresh. Dap it Don, tech the strap is on… Brrrdddaattt! Your back is off. Yea, bag em up. Yea, bag em down. Yea, crack em up… the new, crack in town. It’s Weezy, say the baby, lotta pizzazz about me. Holly groove, seventeen, Belfast, Eagle Street. Shell’s man’s illegal heat, Twelves blast leave em sleep, trashcan no sheets…swell man. Hell has no furry but I’m strapped so don’t worry, when the weather starts to flurry, we adapt in a hurry. Less guts then glory man, upchuck the party man. Buck. Buck. Your Carter man… Fuck. Fuck. Duck. Duck. They caught em. Get away smooth from the pig, just a cig, in a river with his wig, his liver in his feet. Down south Louisiana, 504, we don’t loose.
nn mouth from my bitch