Fistful of wood, twisted for the good
But we got off on the wrong foot
There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for
I've got my foot on your shoulder
Look at me left foot right foot through these streets
My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets
6 foot something, in his forties and real slim
Make the front popand hit the three wheel motion
But that was only one time
White boy, six foot, packin a nine
My choppa strap too long
Uh, red bottoms and a thong
Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn
Cowering on my stage to long/
I'm just saying rap's dead when i'm not here
Since you're down now, boy, lick ma foot heel
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