Alano, Kat Filmography

• The Bride and the Lover
  2013, role: actress , character name: Gia
• Hello Forever
  2013, role: actress , character name: Lara
• Slowing Down Time
  2011, role: actress
• In the Name of Love
  2011, role: actress , character name: Rita Evelino
• No Other Woman
  2011, role: actress , character name: Michelle
• Motorcycle
  2008, role: actress , character name: Cherry
• Ysabella
  2007, role: actress , character name: Georgia Rodriguez
• Sakal, sakali, saklolo
  2007, role: actress , character name: Sandra
• All About Love
  2006, role: actress , character name: Elizabeth
• First Day High
  2006, role: actress , character name: Ashley
• All About Love
  2006, role: actress , character name: Betchay
• Kasal, kasali, kasalo
  2006, role: actress , character name: Sandra
• Wowowee
  2005, role: actress , character name: Herself

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Running Away (the Breakup) - Kutt Calhoun
• Dat Nigga Dare - Kutt Calhoun
• Colors - Kutt Calhoun
• Bunk Rock Bitch - Kutt Calhoun
• Wipe That Sweat - Kutt Calhoun
• Walk With A Limp - Kutt Calhoun
• The Green Mile - Kutt Calhoun
• The Best Man - Kutt Calhoun
• Stop Jeffin' - Kutt Calhoun
• Smiling faces - Kutt Calhoun
• Shotaz - Kutt Calhoun
• School Daze - Kutt Calhoun
• Real Sex - Kutt Calhoun
• N A Whitemanzeyez - Kutt Calhoun
• My Life - Kutt Calhoun
• J's On My Feet - Kutt Calhoun
• Good Friend - Kutt Calhoun
• Hello and goodbye - Kutt Calhoun
• Kutt Calhoun - Kutt Calhoun
• I See It - Kutt Calhoun
• Anthem - Kutt Calhoun
• Letter To My Kids - Kutt Calhoun
• I Been Dope (feat. Tech N9ne) - Kutt Calhoun
• Baby Mama Drama (feat. Bishop Don Dotta) - Kutt Calhoun
• See What Had Happened Was - Kutt Calhoun
• 501s And Rightsides (feat. Brotha Lynch Hung) - Kutt Calhoun
• Jack Tripper - Kutt Calhoun
• Self Preservation (feat. Krizz Kaliko) - Kutt Calhoun
• Run Away (The Breakup) - Kutt Calhoun
• Same Thing - Kutt Calhoun

Hey, why every time a nigga step up in this bitch
You is hollerin about somethin, complainin about somethin
I'm wantin a hot suckle, or maybe a little relaxation
But I can't win for losin, so I'm losin my patience with ya
You still be cool, but all me do now is fuss and fight
You got me drinkin from Hennessey bottles every night
I tune you out so a nigga won't put his hand on you
You knowin just the button to push, but I'll be damned women
If I end up goin to jail catchin a BV
Because I threw you into the TV (Bitch)
For thinkin you had the nerve to step up in my space
And look me square in the eye, and smack me in my face, you got me fucked up
Act like a man, and I'm gon fight you like a man
And girl you make a nigga wanna run away
So when I'm fixin to walk up out the door
Don't you be followin me man
And bitch you better put that fuckin gun away, man I swear girl
[Chorus:]
You make a nigga not wanna stay
With the way that you behave (Run away)
Tell me girl what is wrong
Before you say I did you wrong and I (Run away)
Everything you need girl is here
And everything you want to make it appear
So tell me girl what's wrong here
Before I (Run away) before I (Run away)
[Skatterman:]
She sayin that's wrong, this is wrong, what the fuck is goin on?
I'm the only nigga that you know that's always fuckin home
With the kids, drop off, pick ups, bitch what
I could be down at the strip club gettin my dick sucked
Naggin and complainin steady sayin I don't do
Don't talk about the niggas steady sayin they want you
Well if you're listenin get closer to the speaker
If you let the nigga freak ya he can keep ya
Cause I ain't into tampered with pussy hoe, playin a fool
Leave the studio early, get the kids outta school
I do the baseball practices, and parent/teachers conferences
Hospital bvisits and karate, all that nonsense
Payin down the car note and droppin the rent
If you think the grass is greener over there, hit the fence
I'd be lyiin if I told you that you wouldn't be missed
But shit, this is it and you ain't gettin a cent
You make a nigga not wanna stay
With the way that you behave (Run away)
Tell me girl what is wrong
Before you say I did you wrong and I (Run away)
Everything you need girl is here
And everything you want to make it appear
So tell me girl what's wrong here
Before I (Run away) before I (Run away)
[Kutt Calhoun:]
I should've took Skatters advice when he was givin the ups on ya
Instead I was a hard head and steady pushed up on ya
I found out you ignorant, and fowl when belligerent
Now how did I enter in this child like predicament
Your whole family don't like, and that's a bad thang
Your own friends tell you that you're lucky to have me
But when I'm threw then I'm through with ya
Won't have nuthin to do with ya
And it ain't gettin through to ya is the sad thang
We used to Blockbuster movie it up, hug and get nudie and cut
All in the moodie for love (moodie for love)
But now there's lots of fuck you's when I come
Verbal abuse to the one that wanted to father you son
I figure I'm a take the exit route
And leave everything I remember to my exit house
Seems like I was just checkin in but now I'm checkin out
Hope you find someone to make you happy, I guess, I doubt bitch
You make a nigga not wanna stay
With the way that you behave (Run away)
Tell me girl what is wrong
Before you say I did you wrong and I (Run away)
Everything you need girl is here
And everything you want to make it appear
So tell me girl what's wrong here

My life in a nut shell contains some things, you wouldn't want to make public to ashamed to sang, I got a pack of black & milds and a gang of change, and crown royal bag put a away for a rainy day, I know it's hard to accept this, bar code eleptic...
I know it's a little, but it's something

Colors [x12]
Colors, live my life somely I'm a ride for my
Colors, blood in and blood out because niggas died for my
Colors, whoever whenever all day all night for my
Colors, my nigga I'm probably gonna die for my [x2]
[Kutt:]
Started in '85 when my town got turned out
Niggas from Cali brought to the Mid and we learned how
Blue or red paisleys powders was the start of the war and now
Unification that got the whole world concerned now
Middle of '91 I was jumped by a cause hive
Solely the reason I was introduced to the Blood Life
Niggas about they money, make it sunny at night fly
Whips and bitches and everythang was hung from the right side
We gettin it back bangin and ballin you feelin me strapped
With heavy artillery on streets and it's kill or be killed
40's of malt liquor and sherm was instilled in me
Taught to dump any nigga from differnt facilities
Real talk and it's real life, it's dangerous ain't it
Suburban lifes better think twice for you thinkin of bangin
Whatever town that you in if it's enriched in the flamin
Throw your bandanas in the sky and rep the gang that you claimin cause this is
Colors, live my life somely I'm a ride for my
Colors, blood in and blood out because niggas died for my
Colors, whoever whenever all day all night for my
Colors, my nigga I'm probably gonna die for my [x2]
[Joe Vertigo:]
I've been so whoopin and saggin an O.G. status, red raggin it
Long as niggas been hatin the blood, I bust, ain't been havin it, flaggin it
It's drippin bitches like a bitch on a mystery
Let's get straight to the point just like them thangs in my pistol
These are the missles that show you what the blood do
Blood in blood out now you got the blood drippin from your mouth
I'm a shout? watch the relliez go
Nigga know, if you ain't come to bang, what you came here for?
I'm fa sho, bacngin on the block I throw the B's up
Bustin busta bitches black Burnelli make em freeze up
Ease up I got some shit that'll plant you like a tree stump
Givin em the business bang with Strange nigga please jump
Knuckle up, take it to the streets, take our shirts off
Go straight for your throat like a coyote and snatch your skirt off
I'm that nigga that will bring it to your block
Nigga fuck bein a goblin, I'm a muthafuckin?
Colors, live my life somely I'm a ride for my
Colors, blood in and blood out because niggas died for my
Colors, whoever whenever all day all night for my
Colors, my nigga I'm probably gonna die for my [x2]
[Kutt:]
Hey don't get it twitted nigga
I got a little crip nigga that don't fuck around
AY YO RIV EAT THEY FACE NIGGA
[Riv Locc:]
Hellish containin covered in the true proof
I rep the same color that Big Tookie and Snoop do
Color coordinatin goin to war, makin my knowledge evolve
Beffin with heat over colors, homie like Rocky and Frog
When we choppin poppin watch your partnas drop and dissolve
I can't be touched too long like a hot object honestly
I be the Nightcrawler just like relivin the true dream
You can tell I'm true, by the colors of my shoestrings
Yeah I'll murder your ambitions
And the game will cut deep in ya like a surgical incision
With verbular intuition from a vertical position
I represent the word that has no definition
All genuine and more pure than the soul of a Christian
Lyricly the big homie Kutty expose and depicts ya
Colors, fluctuate and keep a pistol in ya waist line
I got the whole city behind my back just like a state line
Colors, live my life somely I'm a ride for my
Colors, blood in and blood out because niggas died for my
Colors, whoever whenever all day all night for my

Konichiwa bitches, come visit I called it the apartment
A 6 by 3 or whatever brings out your inner woman
I rock your body the twat is creamy and hot is saki
Let me inside and I'll let you ride on my Kawasaki
Let get a bit of bump bump bump bump bump bump bump action
And I'm a hit you the bump bump bump bump hump re-hump action
I got your number, baby you might wanna slumber
Party over with a under cover brother who wonder
To find out what the D like inside in between thighs
Baby won't you tell me what that be like
I got a fist full of hair and you ain't going nowhere
Right I'm done kissin your pear right on as you wanna stare
Cover your face up with the bed spread you lettin the legs spread
Damn girl you know you got the bed wet
Now you callin me humounga strokin you with the thunda
I have to say I love the way you bump rock
You ain't never seen a bunk
Panties off and just offer herself like this
You ain't never seen a broad
Get her rocks off a rockstar nigga like this
Don't be afraid of the way you feel
You know the team and the way we drill
'Cause after the party, it's after the party
On the bus with a bunk rock bitch
You feisty and finnikey
Have a bottle of hennesey
Tour bus can for sure bust
And you full of that energy
Ain't no doubtin your southern routin
It's pure and repleinishing
Once you swollow now follow me to the back let's come get inbetween
The top and the bottom f**k off in the middle for me
Once I swollow a little pill those other rappers symbolize the pompus more sweet
Kutty cal you're workin with somethin baby boy don't be rough with me
Cuase you know I got a boyfriend established when we do it he'll be known as C
That's when she put on that maginum with her mouth when feelin no teeth
And then she hopped on the dragon bringin out the villian in me
Got a little bit of somethin for nothin put my name in the pussy for sheezy
Can't wait to get a bump full of lovin next time when I'm in her city
And I got my mojo and tack right give women that act right
My foreplay is the crack but then my dick is the glass pipe
My bunk is the hideout nobody will find out
When she leaves she tweakin lookin all spooked cuase she hide out (on the bunk rock)
It goes, one little two little three little bunk rocks then
Four little five little six little bunk rocks then
Seven little eight little nine little bunk rocks
More than 10 of them bitches share some stories with me
I had fun with em hung with em plunged in their hot spots
I tongue split em, done did em, flug them and dropped it
Got drunk with em sung with em sprung them if not
Then I bet you none of them ever speak bad about me
To all the ladies who will be your dishes be on the lookout we in your town
Cuase I'm lookin for a team of butch for her skin and ain't scared to put it down
You can be black and chinese, or heavenly mix breed whatever it's gonna be we'll go
Cuase I want the Prada, Gucci or Hadana even what you wearing your nadas gonna hit the floor
To all the ladies across teh globe who ain't been in the bunk
We can do it in the bedroom or bathroom, buick or whatever you want
An invitation to me sensation I'll mail it to some
But if you impatient get tired of waitin catch mail in this bunk
You ain't never seen a bunk
Panties off and just offer herself like this
You ain't never seen a broad
Get her rocks off a rockstar nigga like this
Don't be afraid of the way you feel
You know the team and the way we drill
'Cause after the party, it's after the party

Slow it down baby, wipe that sweat
Turn around baby, wipe that sweat
Do it now baby, wipe that sweat
Bring it down, let me see how hype that get [x2]
[Kaliko:]
Is it the way that I can find a way to be up in here sweatin with you
Gettin and pettin and if you lettin then I'm steppin with you
Ok, now that we got past the issue of askin for ass
And if you down with what I'm countin on then I'm runnin with you
I see you persperatin and perspririn
The way I see you shakin look like you'll never be retirin
And better bring it back, better bring it back
And if you packin a spectacular cunt up in the front
Let me see the back of ya
Well let me flirt with ya, wanna observe ya curvesa
Tryin to do dirt with ya, with no one observin
And you look marvelous, the dogs is hungry girl you starvin us
I love the way you wigglin it for all of us
I need my ass with her, with the cash, slip out the
Pocket of my trousers, I can't smash without ya
Put some wait on it and put it in reverse baby doll
Drop it to the floor and bring it up and pause SWEAT YOUR WEAVE OUT!
Slow it down baby, wipe that sweat
Turn around baby, wipe that sweat
Do it now baby, wipe that sweat
Bring it down, let me see how hype that get [x2]
[DJ Chill:]
And I'm turnin up the thermostat
Every beezy in the tell knows there ain't no turnin back
I'm a nasty ass nigga with a rubber
And Y'all know good and damn well I don't love her
Heah, play the part like Danny Glover
On top of the covers, come on and mop a brother
Turn around and now wipe that sweat
If you ain't got enough cash girl write that check
Bitch please I gets cheese?, on Hennesey and kush
I'm a playa to the fullest degree
A lap dance in this bitch, don't worry bout me please
Do it now, juicy it out baby
You're sweatin for a reason quit usin my towel lady
I'm just playin girl go on and get it
Messin with this boy I got a towel full of pennies
Slow it down baby, wipe that sweat
Turn around baby, wipe that sweat
Do it now baby, wipe that sweat
Bring it down, let me see how hype that get [x2]
[Kutty:]
Oh Lord look who just entered into the building
Lookin for grown ass from the bitches up in here livin
I'm managamous, Hagen Daiz, off in some bootytition
Lookin whop ba ba loo ba ba wobble so bootylicious
IT"S THE KANSAS CITY CHIEF and I'm flamed up like a lanterin
Damn look at the chain on us mayn it's people damagin
I'm Mick Jack swaggin, I'm big cat status
They never knew that one brother could live that lavish
But back to the story this orderly was your booty galoraly
Shakin up all over the floor I'm thinkin it's bout to break off
I know you feelin it, pardon me, pumpin through your Valore
And we need a spot to do more when I order and TAKE OFF
I'm a freaky deak nigga you freaky too
We can get naked and play peek-a-boo YOU LIKE THAT SHIT
She said well baby, if you man enough to get with this peezy

[Verse 1:]
I came to, toast to the game, (church), ok, let me properly
Introduce 1st my hav-a-hoe game, I have a hoe in different area codes
Few in the East, couple down south, but mostly lay west of the coast
I wouldn't hav-a-hoe with flaws in her mix, gotta be down right down
Pretty, blade in tha bra with her tits, and if me with a bitch meant
The kid didn't git no doe, well then I wouldn't have-a-hoe, (that's it)
2nd and foremost, I walk with a limp, Bishop Don Magic Juan, Pimpin' Ken,
(Yeah) I talked with a Pimp, Good Game, White Folks, metallic kanes and
Thangs, U-M-E, Miami, Flo., they chopped game with strange
Beware cause the Industry go get messy, and I walk with a limp cause
My dicks, well know, I got a fetish for suaving these Dolly Pardon's
These women, vibe off a nigga, that's real, ask Mr. Marcus
I'm here to put the cuffs on tha game, (And palm yo faces)
Whip ya ass till you holla my name, (like domin-atrix)
Ain't nobody gonna take this crown, (why) Cause we stay on point
Like Stacey Adams
[Chorus:]
Bitches on my Bows
Everywhere I go
Pimpin holla church
Remy extra po'
Get a lot of love haters
Hit the doe. Get up
Out the whip, Gators
Hit the flo. And we
Bubblin, money be dubblin,
Niggazs ain't struggling.
Hat cocked to the side
And we walk with up limp
Cause my dick heavy... Hey!
[Verse 2:]
I'm a barbarian, not a Good Samaritan; I ain't a hoes keeper by far
Leave it to married men, I gotta (stick and move, pick and choose, chick-n-crews
Who like to suck dicks 4 loot
Snatch'em then a hoe gits offered, snake and the bat tatts, (strange)
Flashing threw the sky like gotham, Nick-name sta-flo, cause I'm known
To put a crease, in ya lame day-old, newly grown dubious thesis
A-atrocious behavior, ferocious demeanor, karoded ya name up, you owe
It to Jesus,.. to wait in line now, and yearn for the buck flow,..
It don't matter if ya win or lose, learn for the Gusto...
Trust no (B-I-T-C-H), especially when you live in the, (f-I-f-t-y)
(states) uhh huh, KC's, Henry the 8th, with royalty on the plate,
Pop a collar and git yo limp on mate, aaaawwwhhh,..
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]

Women on the road, HA
It's funny that you ask me that question man, it's like
You been in so many many cities, so many times like
1 and 2 and 3 years man, and you got this one chick that you may mess with
In each city and they start ta, start to think it can be something more than it is
When in actuality, you got a wife, a girlfriend and a family at home
And you're like baby, it can never be what you want it to be know what I'm sayin
1000 Miles down the road
Tryin to get past go
Baby lovin just ain't my style
When I'm travelin the green mile
You used ta, lay at night in the bed wishin upon a star
You never dreamed you would meet and get with a modern star
The same star you were engulfed in and made you awww
Would be the one laying down beside you butt naked now
Feeling like y'all connected, cause he's so down to Earth and
You love the way he talks to you, he's just a normal person
When he's not on the stage, it's more or less night & day
And you're so amazed by his characteristic ways
That you fall off in fantasy lane, like just what happened
Go dissolve into Dannity Kane but I got news baby
Never stoppin the show, while I steady pocket the dough
We met and auctioned our souls, the sex was awesome but whoa
You think it's smokin aces, but girl my heart is taken
That's something you can't capture over us exchangin faces
This was just for the night, so thanks for checkin the mic
I'm on a shuttle to the airport, I'm catchin a flight
Movin Doin
1000 Miles down the road
Tryin to get past go
Baby lovin just ain't my style
When I'm travelin the green mile [x2]
Then you got the ones, that are dedicated solely
Just to you when you in town and want the crown of one and only
They know you're a little better, they flow is a little wetter
You both have been through the weather and closer than 2 together
She know some personal shit, others would hurt to know
Was there before you got big, right in the first of rows
Now she a bottom beezy and know that she got it easy
A V.I.P.I.M.Peezy of keepin you bar ceezy
And you don't mind a repeat cause times is cherishin
Repeat with dimes on different sides of America
Although our time is more interestin than special a
When we endore baby rest assured it was just a nut
You say I drive you crazy, I say ya love to hate me
I also know you wouldn't hesitate to have my baby
So when we through with boinkin, yeah you may feel anointed
But early in the mornin, when I'm gone, then you will know baby I'm
1000 Miles down the road
Tryin to get past go
Baby lovin just ain't my style
When I'm travelin the green mile [x2]
HERE'S, to all the women that's grievin and listenin
IN, to what I say and I'm meanin this in the
MOST, sincerest way ain't no keepin this realness
SEALED, I let my cup runnith over I wanna
Congratulate you all, for standin and walkin tall
Firmly on your beliefs, you conquered the chain and ball
When your support was needin, you somely gave it all
With no remorse, not even when fathers and agents call
When others talked about ya, wishin they could be you
The one that walked around with ya, tryin to get with em too
You always held your ground, stayed loyal and never blew
Ya cover when your undercovers lover needs ya too
You love me, no you, love my music and I
Appreciate it, but this, is untrue baby
So when this ends just realize that I loved you all
No offense, but when my duty call, I'm gone travelin
1000 Miles down the road
Tryin to get past go
Baby lovin just ain't my style

[Preacher:] I now pronounce you man and wife, you may kiss the bride
(Cheers)
But on some real shit, you gonna tell that nigga
Kutt: yeah I'm a tell that nigga man
You better tell him or I'm a tell him
Kutt: Nah I'm a tell him, it's kind of a sensitive subject though
You know what I'm sayin, that nigga love the bitch dog
[Krizz:]
This is a story of a female dog
And in this tale the dog, be gettin busy
Chasin after two wrongs
Lookin for food and shelter in two homes
But when you bite the hand that feeds ya
You find yourself on your ass when you do wrong
Listen to the words that I'm speakin
This is your best man
[Kutt:]
Was a good and bad syndicate, like Heaven and Hell
Used to run the streets since the age of 11 or 12
Your momma was my momma, mi casa was su casa
Hangin out at skippin parties, thunderbird and?
We used to seel dope together, stackin major chips
Thinkin ain't nobody in this city could fade the click
Two niggas that would kill for each other on the real though
No questionin our loyalty we bonifide real bros
I remember when we used to fuck hoes together
Traded clothes in? state flow together
But now u's a man, you say you gotta plan
Under God and wanna put your life all in his hands
And that's cool, plus I hear you got a boo in these street
You been datin for months, and see her five days a week
But you lookin to tie the knot it's gettin crazy deep
Said you want me to be the best man, it made we weep
[Chorus:]
I was his best man
Lord knows I'm wrong, I've been sippin on Patron real hard
And he was my best friend
Gotta bring it to an end, and I don't even know how to start
And it was his girlfriend
But now it's his wife, so what we had together was trife
So I don't know if I can
Be a man and tell the truth, I'll walk away with guilt for life
[Kutt:]
Man it's crazy that my nigga got a broad ya dig
Thinkin bout her gettin married, a nice car and crib
Bein a wife, picket fence man, life's just a glimpse
But put it all together and it all make sense
I get a knock at the do, must be my baby to be
Nice broad, you A&Rin; for a label or three
I ain't seen her in some months now, ready to get punched down
But when I answer she lookin funny and hunched down
What's wrong with you? Is the question I lay
She say she feel a little under the weather today
She hadn't been outta town but she had somethin to say
She been lovin up with my homie, not my brotheren mayne
I'm like DAMN could've nearly killed the bitch
Now I'm thinkin of every way that I could filter this
Done over by a beezy that was some filthy shit
But I ain't the type to play the guilty trick
[Chorus:]
I was his best man
Lord knows I'm wrong, I've been sippin on Patron real hard
And he was my best friend
Gotta bring it to an end, and I don't even know where to start
And it was his girlfriend
But now it's his wife, so what we had together was trife
So I don't know if I can
Be a man and tell the truth, I'll walk away with guilt for life
[Kutt:]
Now I'm hearin that there's gonna be some problem in the streets
When you see me cause this nigga had the nerves to bump his gums to my motha
So tell me what he really wanna do
I got milli's I got phillies matter of fact a whole brigade muthafucka
So nigga when you see me you gon see me
I ain't never been a bitch, that's on my momma so believe
I ain't duckin, and we can get em up on 27
You can trust I got the rap for you suckas
But when I think about it, man we cooler than that
We shouldn't let a bitch come between what me and you had, a pact
Like niggas over bitches, money over hoes
And not to let a scandalous bitch step on our toes
These hoes now is way too vicious
Days and times we livin in is way too different
Bitches go out they way just to make you slip
So niggas watch ya hoes, cause they sickness
[Chorus:]
I was his best man
Lord knows I'm wrong, I've been sippin on Patron real hard
And he was my best friend
Gotta bring it to an end, and I don't even know where to start
And it was his girlfriend
But now it's his wife, so what we had together was trife
So I don't know if I can

[Intro: Tech N9ne]
Jeffin, the act of kissing ass in or brown nosing in a persons face
When in actuality you really have I'll feelings toward that person
[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko]
Lady momma momma top of the world and I ain't stoppin' no
Things goin' change today my thing droppin'droppin'
See you when I was broke-broke
Ain't said nuttin'-no
Now that the nigga poppin all them bitches get to jeffin
When you see me rollin' up- Stop Jeffin! Stop Jeffin!
They be like "whassup" Stop Jeffin! Stop Jeffin!
Yea you- Stop Jeffin!
We ain't cool- Stop Jeffin!
Point your fingers- Stop Jeffin! Stop Jeffin! Da na na na
[Tech N9ne:]
This is Kansas City lingo blurrr you mungo single
You call it jockin' but stop jeffin's what we bring you
It's when people really hate you but love you when you in the place
So if ya "don't like me stay the hell up out my face Hey! "
Don't be jeffin with me Mr. Jefferson I pill fit-it
Jeffery from Jefferson City I'm sick and I'll pull the kill-switch
Talkin' behind my back gotta wrap your man and tell me how you really feel with' it
And if it's real then we can deal with' it
Jeffin is ass-kissin' then talkin trash dissin'
When you missin' when you present he bitchin' "have chicken"
No gizzard he 'bout to get it with' a liver be
Welcome to misery, cookin Jeffery rotisserie
Swinging on the deals-nic, jeffin for a hot second
Turn around and cut me down I'm a catch you rollin' Prospect
And my obsession will begin or I consend a nigga in glock heaven
So mafucka stop jeffin!
[Chorus]
[BG Bullet Wound:]
What's happenin'
This for them niggas that saw we shappin' them Jeffro Bo Dean niggas
"oooo he so clean with' it"
Slappin' two fifteens canary yellow bright
Ho's like to jeff with they jizzle they flaunt it every night
Every night poppin this pistol bottles up off every flight
Mafuckers they won't do it but they ain't livin' right
Where you get your shoes from? where you get your weed at?
Whatcha freakin' eyes on man I know your gee's fat
But I don't really fuck with' this nigga
Put him off in the back seat with Tech N9ne he stuck with' this nigga
Cause I'm jeffin-jeffin no I can't help ya-help ya
Grab your sack and get to steppin'-steppin
Off of deuce click homie yea I'm keepin' it reppin'
Keepin' it flexin' keepin' all you Jeffery's in session
"correction" and I don't really know what the fuck
Hell nah I don't know no Tech and no Kutt so quit jeffin
[Chorus]
[Kutt Calhoun:]
They rest to death in my skinny's and twenty-three's
You get dressed to impress but you lookin' like mini me's
But the jeff is un-neccesary that you givin' me
Makes me question the jesture of your sexuality "Hey! "
You niggas approach me like y'all the bitches be all up on my dick
Askin' for telephone numbers hopin' to take pictures of shit
If I wasn't in this business you niggas wouldn't even call
You see me the source of the murder dog now you swingin' balls
Hey Kutt can you get on my album nigga y'all click is the shit
You puttin' the town on the map I'm thinking this nigga's a bitch
When I wasn't makin' no noise you wasn't a part of no Kutty
No I'm a tax you mafuckers for half of your budgets
Take a big breathe of this hella shwagga with relish it
Inhale it and tell me if you can handle the smell of it
It smell like I'm rich don't it, I know when you pimps want it
So quit all that chattin' you ain't equip for this shit fold-it

[Intro:]
See I don't know what you've been told
Sooomebody told meee...
Never trust a man with a smiling face...
Just might be the day of life they take...
(ooOoooooooooo Oooooooooooo Ooooooooo ooOOOoooo)
[Verse 1: Kutt Calhoun]
This here be a letter from the heart, is anybody listen anymore
I dunno what where how when why, no trust anymore
Everyone got the same look, hard to decifer what's real
My little homie Layne just got tamed but he copped 5 with a deal
Does that really mean that he snitchin when he's smile tellin' me that it's official
Guess I'm ganna find out in his discovery, if it's game that was spittin'
Can't even trust my own girl, I done fucked up too much
Keep havin' dreams of her fuckin other niggaz, man it's just my luck
My old baby momma got it in for me when she tellin' me shits straight
Got a weird feelin' everytime I talk to her now we being taped
By some jealous ass bitch nigga thinkin' me and her in cahoots
Any given day and the federei speak no words when they shoot
This is what I deal with daily, ain't enough kills to lay me
Down to sleep I don't even trust a cheap life when you feel this crazy
That alone will decay me, lettin' all this realness fade me
Please look God, Heaven has a way let me see the real what's phazing?
[Chorus: x6]
What's that smile you wearing
What's that smile you weeaarr
[Verse 2: Kutt Calhoun]
Look at him plan as we speak, looking like the devil with a grin
Got it in for a building then can't wait to put it to an end
Hope Brock Obama got a plan, everybody waiting on you man
To get assassinated cause they all hatin' better be related to the clan
Hope you got a vest when it comes, Better yet a section of yard
Would be killaz who don't give a fuck sent to protect where you run (from)
Look at John Melville's state, think he had a smile when he aimed?
Shot and killed life was sealed, hit an old lady in the face
The world is full of monsters, you can see it hide behind the grin
Watch the movie there's a hidden message cause I think they all devil advocates
Even momma wish she on the drugs, different person when you give her hug
Everything you say and do is all official when you got the poison in your blood
Don't goto church that much, find out the weapons are bold
Get the money, get the whip, get the house and get the phills of the 12 year old
But they smile all in your face, and then they tell you the Lord is great
I just hope they all burn in hell when I bail with a smiling face
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Kutt Calhoun]
Pac was a "Martin Luther King, " died young cause he had a dream
To make it nessisary for each and every man and women to make amends
Told us all to smile through the madness, couldn't understand what he had then
Now I recognise he was prophesized angel in disguise in his passing
Don't know what this shit mean, Good and bad through the same thing
Till I know I'm a walk around with a Gun before I let the streets take me
Stress level at a new high, look around everybody a suspect
The man at the liquor store, the women at the mall, ain't nobody worth trustin'
Smiles every mother fucken where nigga go everybody ain't happy
Where the snakes at show the comment, why the jealous ones was the one to cap me
Keep smiling I keep brawling and I feel like I'm a catch an end soon
Before you get me, I'm a get you, don't visit me up in the pen fool
Cause you just gana come with a smile, sayin' everything's ok
When I know that's all just bullshit I'm never gana see the light of day
I'd rather just talk to myself, I swear to god it's better that way
Cause I feel ain't nobody real like I'm real, There, now I said it
Good day!
[Phone Message - but it's really Tech N9ne]

[Intro, Skatterman]
Shotaz: the combination of a soldier and a boss
A nigga that refuse to take a short or a loss
So take a deep breath, today is your death day
[Chorus: x2]
You can call them shotaz
Move how we movin' or get you block (burnt)
Down to the ground we leavin' nada
No witness or survivors
No games, no playin', no words, no save
[Verse 1: Kutt]
Break out your umbrellas niggas and your water-proofed vestses
It leaks bodies so eat hearty and finish your breakfastes
Cause tonight we down in hell so go deliver the message
To your mommy father boy or daughter repent in your next of kin
In the still of the night calm waters'll shake
If you owe me money relatives come to honor your wake
Obituaries and rose wreaths to compliment faith
Only God can determine when your in a ominous state
Cause when the rain drops niggas get wet
You gotsta chill or get popped and killed like EPMD is still in effect
You bleed for mercy with the steel in your neck
Once it verses gettin' worse you feelin' light-headed layin' still on your chest
An 80's baby with a killin' finesse
So fuck parole call up Makaveli with a concealed and carry a vest
You might make it through the alley but won't make it through the night
The ambulance won't understand that we got plans on sight
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Snug Brim]
Red bandana over these chop thangs
You can run tuck your tail holla lose your brains
It's all the same most of you bitchin' I can show you that
Make sure you got your catchers mitt cause I'm a throw you that
You know where at, south side Kansas City
Missouri nigga we don't roll with nothin' less than fitty
You pussies call yourselves some riders but don't know the meanin'
Soon as a shot let off you're lost and you're duckin' and screamin'
You better move how I'm movin' or get your top seized
Make it hard for you to live I'm talkin' not breathe
If they catch me I'm a lay down like G's do
Silent mode, break the code and niggas bleed you
How can I please you, I roll with tecs and macs and glocks
You try to fake this way I pull up right up on your block
You see the shots sparks fly from the semi
Lay it down and go get gone on some Remy
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
[Snug Brim:]
And I clap those, believe that
Y'all just some lil homies hustlin' for you weed sack
For these stacks ain't no tellin' what I come across
I keep it real, play the game without a fuckin' flaw
Money talks so you ho niggas ain't sayin' much
My pistol stay within the reach and I ain't playin' brah
This rap shit is irrelavent, I got mail to get
Short on your nickels and dimes and I got hella clips
[Kutt:]
Shit and I got hella spit hit from a fast repitition
About an automatic rap and I handle the bidness
Give me a reason to proceed ram all the witness
Don't take no turkey talkin' steak from a sandwich nigga
About my cake but I ain't ate cause the candles are missin'
But on my momma like Obama I scramble for vision
So here today just consider me a man on a mission
Light up your porch like Mork from Ork nanu nanu you niggas

[Girl:] Hey Melvin, I mean Mr. Kutt Calhoun!
[Kutt Calhoun:] Hey what's up girl how you doin?
[Girl:] Heard you on the radio, ya'll doin ya'll thang
[Kutt Calhoun:] Yeah yeah you know, tryin to get this money mane!
[Girl:] You should give me your number so we ca go out sometime
[Kutt Calhoun:] Oh fa sho fa sho here it is here it is! 816-777-9311!
[Girl:] Alright I'm a give you a call
[Kutt Calhoun:] Alright do that baby alright!
[Girl:] Wait a minute! 777-9311, wait a minute nigga this ain't no god damn number this a song!
I ain't gotta fabricate my past I always done had bitches
You can ask the teachers, principal, and his assisstant
They know about melvin calhoun and they can tell ya
I often had my way when it came to them izabellas
But this is bout them bitches who wouldn't give me the digits
Or time of day not to mention or kindly hate when you spoke to them
You in her vision you know that you lookin crispy But all of a sudden she turn her nose up when you get closer in
You know the kind that was prissy and actin rude
Dressin sexy and she was cool cause her nigga was out of school
Now all I got to say now is bitch you a fool
You too late up in this for now, I'm rich heard me up on the radio and now you tryna holla I'm a
Keep that in mind while you steady standin in line Waitin for your shirt to get signed
And what's goin on thru my mind is
She was a dime but I'm seein now that the time and the firmness of your behind has depleted
You ain't that fine trick
Now I can say
That the night has turned to day
And yeah you hurt me
But you ain't worthy
You need to get ya pain
Cause I remember way
[Chorus:]
Back in the day
She said she didn't wanna
Now that I'm makin big pay
She smellin my aroma
Way back in the day
She said she didn't wanna
Now that I'm makin big pay
She smellin my aroma
Girl wait a minute
Hey I remember you
Used to be the most popular girl walkin around in the halls of central high school
For your sake let's use codename Tischa
Always in nautica shirts and pants and white k-swiss's
Or eastlands
Remember how I used to be peekin and seekin
At the skippin parties you wouldn't speak then
Gave me your number then I found out you was just teasin
Your b-friend was a baller on all golds with the beat and
I wasn't old enough and plus I didn't sell deep and
It's crazy how a chick will cut you low at knees men
Later caught up with you that's when I found out that he's been
Labeled a snitch and now he sits in a penitentiary and he will never get out, get out
I know it hurts don't it
To know you wasted your time
Now you a baby mama, hard times
Those are the worst moments
You kinda cute but not fine
Told me you noticed my shine
Asked me if you could be mine
Let me retort on it
Now I can say
That the night has turned to day
And yeah you hurt me
But you ain't worthy
You need to get ya pain
Cause I remember way
[Chorus]
This last one is sort of a doozy
Lord I miss suzy
Q and all the cream filling sure to be oozin
She more than a floozy
Whore she a beauty store
I tell ya I'm a go a mi amore
Straight spanish
She used to walk around in leather and lace spandex
And any nigga callin her ground would make pantin
A fiesty little chica with ass and stayed manish
Would cut a bitch in a blind second she gave damage
She never messed with a black dude
The very first girl I ever seen with a back full of tattoos
Said mommy I'm at you
And she didn't front
She let me get in between them thighs and hips
Put her legs all around my head and let me drill it
Kill it
Now I'm infatuated
Was on her every day
Once I ejaculated
Don't wanna ever stray
Niggas was glad to hate it
Got props in every way
And I ain't mad she gave it
So I won't ever say
[Chorus]
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
Back back back in the days when I was young
Back back back back back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
Back back back in the days

[Tech N9ne:]
Hey! Step right up muthfuckas
And get all the pussy you want
This is the place where you can get all types of pussy!
We got... Black pussy, White pussy, Mexican pussy, Chinese pussy
Expensive pussy, cheap pussy
If you can find pussy cheaper than ours! (FUCK IT!)
[Verse 1: Kutt Calhoun]
Now take my bitch
She won't complain bout shit
Cause she's my hoe
Kutt is known for tossin' the dick
Cause when I'm fuckin'
Ain't nothing more that I do best
Than Beat it up, leave the bra, tired of breath
I'm talkin bout (real sex)
Something regarding the nookie
This act don't call for a rookie
You get this barred if you can't submit me
Or call for the pussy
Your resume of the way you lay
When you serenade it
Yonkers, secretions what I'm speakin
Is how you demonstrate
Can't be no punk with it
Thrust the cock back, with the hump in it
Grab the bitch by the hair
Put your thumb in the booty hoe
And tell the little heffa what you want with it
You gotta be, down for the booty bang
Bottom line this all, cause the money mine
All the nigga really want is the pooty tang
And I'm a sign your pity on the rent a kind (Yeah)
And there's a whole lot of shit to say
Bitches love it when the dick stay hard
Swithcin' positions to find some missions
We'll pull her card
Which one's the victum (Aey!)
Lick some and get cum sprayed
All over the chest
With the less
You get a double dose of dick a day (Hey!)
(Real sex)
[Chorus x2: Tech N9ne]
Oooh la la la la
Give it to ya from the back and the side no panties and no bra
Let me get it mama (hit the na na na na)
(Real Sex)
Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh, yeah!
I love it when ya do me like this
Baby Bubba and I like it when ya make it do that
(Real Sex)
[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
At the hotel after the show
The sack 'n the flow
Never really matters
I'm attacking the hoe
I'm mackin' her thou
Really slow mo'
I'm never kickin the Willy bobo
Like a pogo - stick
Got your wife screaming oh no - Dick!
In her face on the low oh - Shit!
Got her thinkin' bout a choo-choo
Lovin' me give me Moo Shoo
Pussy Boo-Koo
On the side of the bed and the back of the couch
Dick slapin' it south
Tecca Nina is a lot to be bragging about
I be stabbing it out
69 and the shit be mine
Liking 'em young but not young enough to get me time
I gets behind
It's a hot and deeply time
I stick it in her and the bitch be cryin'
You let shit declined
I like froggy style
Then I crawl right into that doggy style
I'm hella ready
I'm a' call ya Betty and Betty when ya call me, call me Al
Cause it hurts
But ya can't take it home so ya get it in spurts
That's how evil lurks
Come off with that skirt
I make the twat twurk
Cause I'm givin' you the works
I wanna a give it you
You wish ya nigga would do
What I do - So you wanna go this a-way?
I got ya pussy to chew
I got ya nookie to do
Fuckin' the hoes got the niggaz in disarray
Scorpy hoes represent
And fuck bitches in a bigger way
And do every lil thing that nigga say
Fuckin ya good
You get-cha double dose of dick a day (HEY!)
[Chorus x2: Tech N9ne]
Oooh la la la la
Give it to ya from the back and the side no panties and no bra
Let me get it mama (hit the na na na na)
(Real Sex)
Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh, yeah!
I love it when ya do me like this
Baby Bubba and I like it when ya make it do that

[Tech N9ne:]
No more speaking that black male oppressed shit!
Full speed ahead, none of that retrogressed shit!
Looks can be deceiving, know that seeing is believing!
Black muthfuckas on a quest for retribution, overdue for the retrieval
[Kutt Calhoun:]
I'm a nigga with no fame, a nigga with no brain, a nigga with mo' Kane than Abel
I'm a nigga with no change, a nigga with no pain, a nigga that won't change a fable
I'm a nigga that's hardcore, a nigga that starts war, a nigga that's far more than war
Thinkin I'm a nigga with a whole lot of venom; but don't nobody know that I'm sentimental
I'm a nigga that's so trife, a nigga with no life, a nigga with no rights at all
I'm a nigga that's so hype, a nigga you won't like, a nigga that don't like the law
I'm a nigga that stay keyed, a nigga that smoke weed, a nigga that pop B's and E's
Please believe he's a thief; reefer leak through the streets to the beast he's a link
Why - am I treated like a redheaded stepchild?
Why - can a brother get ahead of the mess now?
Why - do you think a black man gon' step down?
Why - 'til the inner city heads get left out?
I - never met a black or white with no pride, never met a man in life who won't try
To do what it takes to make a quick rise
Anyone in the way of fam is gon' die
So all of you Nazi Aryan nation placin hatred 'cross the nation
Racin, for segregation, fuck your regulations
Anticipations on yo' gay administrations
Makin weightful statements, you never make 'em, in a whitemanzeyez
[Chorus: x2]
I ride for my people
I die for my people
Stand high on my steeple
To lies treating people
Devils are one sided
Spirits are misguided
Thinking that black birds don't fly
In a whitemans eyes
[Kutt Calhoun:]
I'm a nigga with no start, a nigga that get hard, then be in carcerated
I'm a nigga that you brought, a nigga that you fought, a nigga that you taught the hatred
I'm a nigga with no hope, a nigga who's so broke, that his whole life's a joke
With nothing to gain and everything to loose, hell if that ain't lame, then I'm the same as you (huh)
I'm a nigga with no skills, a nigga with no mills, a nigga with Po' children, nigga that go steals
A nigga that dope deals, a nigga that won't feel the pleasure of more fills with leather
I'm a nigga with hard time, a nigga with barred lines, a nigga with art crimes to go
With the life of stars, I'm a trifling' star, fall right in the arms of your woe
Do you feel I'm a get what chu' gave?
Do you feel I'm a minimum wage?
Do you feel I'm a impotent slave?
Answer this?... feel me with this rage
"In the words of the late great, I'll probably be murdered for this shit that I said
I speak the real, be a legend, breathin' the dead."
I ride for my people
When it's time, when god is my witness
Die for my people
When it's time, I'm bombing with viscous lines
When I speak it, from the mind, and I'm sufficient
Prime, rhyme and reason every time
In a whitemans eyes
[Chorus: x2]
I ride for my people
I die for my people
Stand high on my steeple
To lies treating people
Devils are one sided
Spirits are misguided
Thinking that black birds don't fly
In a whitemans eyes
[Kutt Calhoun:]
The black the strong
The heart the lone
Rough the times
In a word on my own
The stress the crys
The truth the lies
That bless the lives
In a word all alone
Death, demise
Reject the spies
Respect will rise
In a world so prone
We be never be no equal cause
You be devilish people so
Could you take a couple seconds out of your time
So I can really voice what's on my mind
Look into the eyes of which is not blind
And tell me what you see when I tell ya I'm a strong
Muthfucka, Independent with long-gevity
And I'm a benefit, it's on!
If you thinkin' I'm illiterate (hit home)
When you hear how a nigga spit
So richeous the nicest
You hate that you like it
I give and take through this crisis
So whites and afrkids fighting for life
But I got Mexicans and Asians beside me
Even Caucasians and Jamaicans taking stand in America what's right
This is a war, and you loosing with un even scores
One for my your hate, three for minorities and even more
(Backwards Talk)
Reach through my blood and pour
Pour Liquid expanding, vicious explosions the final score
[Chorus: x2]
I ride for my people
I die for my people
Stand high on my steeple
To lies treating people
Devils are one sided
Spirits are misguided
Thinking that black birds don't fly
In a whitemans eyes
[Tech N9ne:]
If Denzel Washington can do it - I can!
If Forest Whittaker can do it - I can!
If Ving Rhames can do it - I can!
If Don Chino can do it - I can!
If Percy Miller can do it - I can!
If Spike Lee can do it - I can!
If Colin Powel; can do it - I can!

To all my listners out there
This your boy, Kut Calhoun
And this song here, is about my life
It can be about your life
What people have to say about, won't let you live your life
Here's what I think
[Verse 1: Kutt Calhoun]
My pants is saggin' braided hair
People stare but I don't care
It's the life that I choose to lead
I'm who I choose to be
And who are you to be abusing me?
With your hypocritical, stereotypical slanders
"Oh! he's a thug he must sell drugs at random"
Just because I'm a young black brother I gotta slang dope
And disrespect black mothers, Nah!
I'm a king for a queen, on a quest to ball
I'm the spleen in a man, an threat to yo'll
I'm black, strapped and packed with intellect and all
I'm what you call your worst nightmare?
Cause I don't walk around with a happy face
I got a face stressed, and feed mouths, I ain't livin' in Happy Days
So you can say what you wanna
I'm a still gonna be the same ol me in the mornin'
(Know why?)
[Chorus:]
It's my life (life)
It's my life (life)
It's my life (life)
It's my life (life)
Here's my chance to make you feel
What I feel
If it's real
Move on
And god bless the child that can hold his own
[Verse 2: Kutt Calhoun]
Now everybody got something to say
About who I be fuckin
The pills that I'm popin'
"Just tone it down okay"
Since everybody wanna open their mouths (Surprise)
I got a big dick for her
Swallow this and get outta (My life)
Instill it in your head, and learn
It's just me!
I never cared to share concerns
About what y'all doin
Who yo'll hanging with
Who yo'll screwing
What your I'll legit
Leave me alone
If I wanna bone, every grown woman in the city, then it's on!
You ain't gon' stop it, I'm a grown ass man
Doing mine with the excasty, I'm still gon' pop it
(let a nigga live)
Or give a nigga room
Got a complicated life that's too troublesome for you
So if I'm on the edge, then let me get it right
Cause regardless what you sayin'
At the end of the night
(It's still)
[Chorus:]
It's my life (life)
It's my life (life)
It's my life (life)
It's my life (life)
Here's my chance to make you feel
What I feel
If it's real
Move on
And god bless the child that can hold his own
[Verse 3: Kutt Calhoun]
Tell me?
You ever been with a relative or a friend
That be tellin' you how to live
Really jealous of how you live
Tryin down you
Look at the people around you
Pointin' who they are
You tell em'
To get some business and stay the fuck outta yours
Cause half of they lives, ain't right, and fucked up more
Shit! Half of them probably can't fight behind closed doors
But they always bringing up these stories
Bout the shit they done did
Thinkin' they gon' get some glory
I never let em'
Get the best of me or stress me
All I wanna do is live my life
But people tend ta.
Wonder, if something is under
[? ] bring the light
So if you a fo, we can pro, we can go
Personal info don't let everybody know
I like to keep it low
Who I hoe when I roll
So don't you put your nose
Straight through the front door
And stay outta
[Chorus: x3]
It's my life (life)
It's my life (life)
It's my life (life)
It's my life (life)
Here's my chance to make you feel
What I feel
If it's real
Move on
And god bless the child that can hold his own
[Outro:]
Yeah, said it's my life
Up under the sun wrapped up in the one (yeah)
You ain't gotta deal with it
Just let me live it

What's up Kutt baby? it's Paul Wall,
You know how we do it doin in Texas ridin on the 84's
Why don't you let them boys know how you do it down there in Kansas City
Know what I'm talkin bout
You know I'm comin down lookin draped up and dripped out
200 for the Gucci jeans iced up and chipped out
150 for the tennis shoes I lace up and dip out
Expensive? to taste, let it dissolve in your bitch mouth
Fresh out on em all, lookin like a tailor made
Manikin from Harold Penn's at the Landing Mall
My Kansas City fitted's to the side cause I'm a dog
Bandana out my pocket and I'm fin to blind em all
I'm tellin you it's nuthin, just check out my demeanor
Extra crispy when I step out, I'm a walkin talkin cleaners
On my way up to the liquor store to purchase me a pleaser
Malibu, 151, pineapple juice and case of beers
The ride look like throw up, and niggas say it's sick
I chuck the deuce when I roll up, and represent the click
I'm gettin down how I know brah, real heavy on a bitch
Me and my niggas all post up, forever on the strip with them
J's on my feet feet
Car full of beat beat
Trunk full of heat
Caribou in the seat I got [x4]
Got a gorilla in my trunk, and he ain't very happy
You don't hear him tryin to get out? that's why your windows crackin
Old ladys on the block threaten us all but we laughin
Til somebody called the police, cause niggas started cappin
MY POSSE'S ON PROSPECT, different location
Motorcadin in drops, newbies and Chevy's on the daytons sayin
I come through this, whatever that you playin man
So many artists in look like American Band Stand
The sun start to get low, bustas turn to flip mode
Lookin out for enemies with hands on the pistols
It's time to turn your shit low, and listen for the tip toes
Cause Killa City's known for makin simple threats official
It's murk in the air, so we party with caution
You can't be sure the Al B. when somebody is watchin
Til all of a sudden bells ringin, bodies are droppin
You think I'm crazy, this happens in my area often for them
J's on my feet feet
Car full of beat beat
Trunk full of heat
Caribou in the seat I got [x4]
Let's find a place to meet up, it used to be a Jimmy's
Now when niggas drunk and hungry everybody go to Denny's
By the stadium, and it don't even cost a pretty penny
When you get there, it's like a party everybody in it
Elbow to elbow, niggas connectin tables
Bein loud and obnoxious yellin at all the waiters
And the bitch I used to fuck with, sittin right over there
Now my mind's on some fuck shit, nigga cause I'm a player
Motionin and gesturin for her to meet the guest you with
I guess that's when she members I'm more flyer than the rest of them
We dippin in the whip now, I told the hoe to sit back
She pullin on my zipper, pulled the skipper out and lick that
Made a nigga zig zag, I'm losin all my bearins
Bout to bubble like I'm Aaron, got a suite up at the Clarion
Damn shit is fucked up, before I beat the meat I need the Magnums
Gotta have em so I'm smashin out to grab em with the
J's on my feet feet
Car full of beat beat
Trunk full of heat