P. Blackk - Bussin' Rhymes II lyrics

My mama already told me so I know I'm handsome (Yup) So if I'm getting turned down, I'm throwing tantrums It's Gemini but the flow is Cancer, and money's my anthem So I ain't stopping 'til my wallet's like George Costanza's Please believe that I kick ill sh** that'll get you higher than weed rap Somebody ask me "P, where you be at?" I be on chill my ninja taking a wee nap Uh-huh, now lean back, you can all relax I got it all under control I feel a hundred years old Shouts out to the rappers that's on I'd rather be overrated than underexposed And babe, I'd really rather see what's under your clothes Woah, at ease. I expose wack tracks like bad weaves Mine on a cash cream, my n***as is athletes The way I chase dreams I belong on a track meet That's too easy make that triathlon In a marathon, I am Louis Vuitton (?) Meets Louis Farrakhan, and Louis Armstrong And just for kicks just a bit little pinch of the pimp magic Don Juan I'm past (?) and I'm on it And oh you should try and hide That's a forewarning cause I'm giving rappers cyanide Or I chloroform it, I put you n***as to sleep You weak, you ain't screet Fan, your heart pump kool-aid, sweet My G, you've been a rapper for about a week So quit trying to compare your fresh a** to me You're fresh meat, your raps is my pet peeve And next week I'm sure you'll find something else to do I'ma make sure the rest of this year's hell for you