Snoogans

muthafuggin psychopath, young money cave men, muthafugg a geico add. Fo' Fo' bulldog, fuck around and bite yo ass, shittin on you bitches now lemme flush the toilet and wipe my ass. bitch i'm all into like my cash, no i'm not i love my dough. got them hoes fallin like a hundred million dominoes. but i don't eat pizza, i eat pussy when he wouldn't... holla at ya guala, yeah bitch itz me, kickin muthafuggas out the kitchen heat. i'll put you where the fishes sleep and when they wake, you'll be the fishies feast...imma shark you see my fin hoe, bullet leave a hole in ya face not a dimple. straight from the N.O. it's no problemo to put a niggaz brians on the muthafuggin window..uggggh, damn right i'm nasty, how i come thru in that white eyed Aston. the leather guts and might i add in it's black on chrome like Darren McFadden. yeah. and don't be comparin my swag wit these wack-ass niggas thats o-so-swagless. yeah. and call me mr. swag-more, gotcha girlfriend open like some fuggin pores, or open like some fuggin doors. nigga its fugg you and i'm fuggin yours. from the bedroom to the floors...whores

[Weezy:]
Yeah,
P-p pass the dro
I am such a beast and you can ask them hoes
And they might even say you should leave me alone
And I don't mean scaaaaag, cause his bitch like me
Stunting is a habit, get it from my daddy
Just like shaggy, I tote that bone-bastic
I'm a rude bastard, I don't give a fuck bout you
I ain't talking moths, but you pluck my balls
And yes I'm falling, but up I've fallen
If your bitch in heat, she could fuck my dog
I went from penny pinching to private planes
Never sat on any benches, I got in games
Starter-Carter, Ball-Harder
Ten girls, pent house suite; ya'll order
Whatever ya'll please: wine, crackers, and cheese
They take off their clothes and put on my T's
The supplement I've taken got me feeling mighty
My gun and money don't split, call that shit Siamese
Yeahyes my watch make the fricken time freeze
Your girl bless me, she suck my dick and I sneeze
Cheap ass apartment, just the kitchen I need
And 18 g's is why the chicken crossed the street
Whatcha know bout it, my niggas so bout it
If you kill everybody, they can't go to court about it, Weezy
I ignore the liars baby, I ignite the fire
I am like a Michael Myers; leave your body in the dryer
Got the shotty on the side of me, my bad boys follow me
I'm a bad boy obviously, popping at your ivy leave
I don't have a robbery, if so you'll have a casueulty
Oops I meant a casualty, oops I meant catastrophe
Oops I meant actually, you niggas is just ass to me
And big wet pussy is more like what I'm rathering
Welcome to the gathering, welcome to the barying
Or I hang you on the wall like a art gallery
You got shark salary and I got long money
I got cash money, I got young money, BITCH

[paul wall - verse 1]
Well it's that grain grippa from houston, tex
That bar sippa, that bar no plex
I'm straight up outta that swishahouse
Where g. dash write all the checks
So check the neck, check the wrist
I'm balla status from head to toe
My jewelry shop sell more grills
Than george foreman, baby now ya know
That ain't a igloo, that's my watch
And that ain't snow, baby that's my chain
That's not a ice girl, that's my teeth
And that's not a snowcone, that's my ring
It ain't kool-aid up in my cup
I stay sippin that purple oil
I stay flippin the slab on 4's
Cuz i'm a hustla til i'm in the soil
My wrist game is one of a kind
Patek philippe worth 100k
My work schedule out on the block
It's mash all night and grind all day
No 401k for a hustler
Just bleed the block and stack that paper
M.o.b. when it come to hoes
And a 40 cal when it come to haters
We authentic players not counterfeit
Got a 600 benz with a fall kit
Got hoes at the hk turnin tricks
Out runnin the tracks tryina make me rich
I'm too legit to quit
Stackin up that paper til i'm gone
So i'ma be workin wood wheel and catchin splinters
Ridin 20 inches or better of chrome