Talkin' about them Rollers, Talkin' about them strollers
My nuts are so big that I carry 'em in a stroller
b**hes like "What? Who's that over there?"
Make that b**h act stupid
Make her shave her hair
Now she's got a baldy
Walkin' up beside me
Creepin' up on the left
I said "what you... ?"
You ain't that major D
Major b**h, on a leash
That's how I handle mine
Comin'? We goan shine
What you talkin' 'bout, b**h?
Talkin' 'bout them birds, b**h
Talkin' 'bout them birds, b**h
What you talkin' 'bout? X2
Tryin' talk about some birds
She's thinkin' she's givin' me some herbs
s**in' on my dick
Try and make me feel like I'm goan be sick/
I vomit when I see that hair
Greasy faces every where
Let me see that hair
b**h, I don't care, it's the Jesus gospel hour
Get your a** in the shower
Get you clean, get you mean, get you on my team
Come on, girl, you don't have to show me that face
Black, white or Asian, whatever the race
You can chill with me, you can be family
We can walk up the street m-m-merrily!
Look at us, hand in hand
As soon as you turn away, f** your sister, anyways
Next to the further, further on next
Get your a** to beaver, shave it quick then I get rest
Get you to sleep, put you in a car
Take your a** for a ride, don't worry, not too far
We can go down the street to see murder
Murder mo murder mo murder mo murder me
Step up on some bird rap
Gonorrhea bird clap
Some birds are tight sick, while others got the clean snatch
Fat birds, good catch
They cook and clean my sh**
If I abuse the clit, and not follow rules
She said "finish on my face"
So, of course, the b**h I laced
With that other taste
Now I'm responsible
Take her home, drop her off, and get on with mine
Cause I handle mine
Kickin' then tight rhymes
Dirty dirt to Jersey to Barry, whatchu work?
Watch your face, watch your blood fall to the street
Everything I don't need is the thing I will eat
Bin Laden with the Al Qaeda in Pakistan goes to the streets and drinks crack as he eats
Those n***as like MOB Deep, back in the day
PTPM, you know we all about hate
We can be together like family, like in Amy ville
Get that b**h a** to slip her some little green pills
Besides the proof, why you gotta stand still in the house?
To Bone Concubine, we the sickest n***as out!
That's right, all you posers can f** yourself, b**h
Like I said before, "Blast you, straighten yo mouth"
It's not a threat, it's a promise, it ain't never in doubt
Cutting right through, the back of your throat
I'm tripping space and ya'll n***as know just all about
You got the rag wrap on your face, chest like a Down South blue John piece. I will bury you far from where the cops will find you
And your career is over, and no one will sign you
Ha, you trying to rhyme, you better rethink that idea
That's crazier than the Concubine drinking a beer
I'll stab you in the neck with an icepick, then impregnate your wifeyboo chick
PTPM, we own that other sh**
PTPM, we own that other sh**
Lemme see those titties, b**h, we own that other sh**
Ice cream... b**h