Bobby P. - Flame 'em lyrics

[Chorus: Bobby P & The B] His wife's a b**h It's not even his wife She's trying to get rich Living the good life Tried to map the sh** Wrong map b**h sike But that's not the sitch Bobby spit into the mic [Verse 1: Bobby P] b**h sike you know she's a dike Under the stairs like a wizard that sh** ain't right You come to the school and you say what's good Then you try to teach d** to a school with a hood To be honest, Christie sounds like a beotch She's probably only dating you for that fiat But really I just feel bad for her She's a vet but she still can't get her p**y to purr Seriously what the f** is up Vacations to Granada giving out shoulder rubs You say down there everybody knows your name I guess that's the only chance you'll ever know fame She probably only likes you cause you're cop Catching criminals but you're still getting robbed Your co*kiness is really getting out of hand More annoying than people who think AYCE is a band The only bands here are the ones missing from your wallet So blonde she calls your gun a watcha-ma-call-it In the past I said I was done dissing And then I realized I had been missing Out on some bullsh** that was really going on Telling adolescent teens to put away their shlongs You always seem to make fun of poor Christie Who's the man in this relationship now really Cause I really don't think it's you, you always act b**hy Of the people you arrested you are more shifty I'm gonna expose you more than just your GF Pretending to go undercover asking if she's DTF You always just want to pick a favorite Because we're the first cla** we don't even say sh** Some people say I can't diss Shaw But I have the first amendment that's the f**ing law I mean come on It's the first one on the list Trust me I know he'll be f**ing pissed But really I don't even think he can say sh** But he'll act like a girl on the phone and make a hissy-fit [Chorus: Bobby P & The B] His wife's a b**h It's not even his wife She's trying to get rich Living the good life Tried to map the sh** Wrong map b**h sike But let's get to the sitch B spit into the mic [Verse 2: The B] This motherf**er wouldn't let us leave the premises Now his bald head is my motherf**ing nemesis Drives around in an SUV When his girl asks him to leave He comes and starts beef The f** does he do? He doesn't even teach But now and then he gives a sh**ty speech About nudes, d** and the hoes all around He preaches all the bad sh** about our town On his patrol car he's got Gabby bending down b**hing in his office as AYCE steals the crown He says stay down as he cruises around attempting You don't scare anyone b**h your clip's empty The senior-cla** a** must be f**ing tempting If you got a small paper he'll hit you with the taser Even though his own a** is a four-twenty blazer Busting these kids for smoking those cigs Trying to make money to buy a nice wig Hair is gone and so is your ex All you did was beg for s** So she made you leave the complex To pull a Ty Merk, sweat through your shirt And get wet to a pre-teen then go jerk Damn Shaw, Mr. or should I call you Mike? I saw your a** at the fest whippin' round the bike Other cops want you out the station, permanent vacation And back to the basement Your house is f**ing vacant Watch the bank take it My attitude is blatant like a secret agent Cuffs on your wrists like b**hes wearin' bracelets Car chasin' You'll be the one on the run You'll be the one on the other end of the f**ing gun You'll be the one with two dads for your f**ing son Or the one begging for a chance Wishing you could keep your police pants Dumped the vet you never wanted her You're not a f**ing officer, photographer Pressure like barometer Use the speedometer You think you're a commodore But you're just a f**ing monitor You got me ill man I'm sickened Walkin' round giving everyone a ticket Exceeded and speeded past the limit Everyone listened when they saw it was explicit Just cause you got a gun doesn't mean you're tough I mean your needy girl has you in your own cuffs When I speak of a diss, I never ever bluff But I think this bald b**h has had a f**ing 'nuff *Headphone drop* (Oh)