Now walk to it with your land mind
Better leave it all behind
Rolling while im blowing this stash
And ill bus a cap in your ass
Thats the point of art isnt it?
You don't mean that, you faggot
For the outlawz, here we come
What's the point? what's the reason?
Entrance no charge cause we late to the club
And it was nothing to you but hands on my butt
I get in my zone, you try to get your butt toned
You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold
She clutched me from behind
Doggy, i'm from the land of grind
The former, position of a pimp
Now here's the point where you might think
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
You looking for tools to write and share lyrics online?
You're in luck! Get started using RapPad >