Texty:
Chick N Swell

and I attack the pack that's wack The black mack, brown like a cracker jack Slick and quick, I got pick a bic to stick To kick some shit, chicks I dick

yes young fire produced it with true spit i get lots of relish with strange music my crew's thick, deuce click and guess who's with two chicks (tech n

pass with the top off like my car was named Lil' Kim The lil pimp hopped out wrist lookin like a skittles blimp Do not introduce me to your chic, that

a, warn in plans looking at the quarters of France Ants in my pants so I dips in the door Picked up the keys, caught a telephone call She yelling bones in my sounds swell

better ask these dudes i'm a rock a n**** a** if your chick pop off i'm a smack a monkey a** thats gasta ganstafied thats how we do it in the dirty and hit a wieny n

The real side, the 7-7 hillside I thought I'd just chill, take a breath Straight up Columbus Hill, make a left and get fixed Plus the ghetto chicks got

have fun, here homie (what else?) And I came wit a ton of money (but!) Don't get it twisted the gun is on me (now) This chick's wit her man frontin on

and shootin' with'cha Chip on my shoulder now, Mr. Nice Guy is over wow To a ritzy and older style, from ditzy and gomer pow Look at my checks swell, chicks

I was born in the ghetto, raised in the ghetto I bang out beats in cars with ho stacks Rap nigga putting out rock-n-roll tracks Anything with wheels,