Christian Rich - Supaman lyrics

Verse 1 She tried to run some game on me She tried to turn me on Even when my game was off She was hardheaded But her brain was soft I came clean But I stained the cloth No chain to the bed Moving slow as sloth Nickleback rock-n-roll track In the backgrounds Not my choice Snow bunnies love that sound Around like the Mary go Like the ferris Take a day off like Ferris Bueller, n***a Lay up inside the Paris Hilton Executive deluxe suites Smackin' on her bu*t cheeks If you listen close You can her bu*t speak Squeak squeak squeak f** thee, motherf**er They can't touch me Chorus Simple Simon called the pie man Said he wanted to hear some rhymin' BONG BONG Here I am Shazaam, n***a Supaman God damn Verse 2 The crew consists of lifers Three time strikers n***as Spend weekend vacations in Rikers Our b**hes they could f** Through forty vipers Skateboarders and hypers No crew is like us Try to imitate Try to a**imilate They words don't penetrate Their heads don't stimulate A hundred Gs for the whip Hundred Bs in the clip Hundred thugs in my clip Hundred hoes on the strip Hundred things around the world Five, one hundred ways Did i tell ya I love my girl A hundred shots before I Earl A hundred rocks surround the pearl Money can't stop the referral A hundred blocks in my hood, I'm thorough Escaping great perils and pit stops Our wristwatch keeps mind's health dispensed Chorus