Texty:
Dicks And Balls

nigga cut the cake I got to eat bitch, like a runaway And y'all niggas ain't eating, stomach ache Okay, all these bitches, and niggas still hating I used to be balling

't mean no harm but my diamonds are dumb Plenty rocks on my arm Me and Rocko the Don, East Atlanta the Slum Where I'm from got a gun in the club havin' fun And

Meyers And tell that psycho to pass the torch To the whacko before I take a shit in his Jack-O-Lantern And smash it on his porch, now get off my dick Dick

lyrics All they wanna hear is a beat and that's it Long as they can go to the club and get blitz Pick up some chicks and get some digits And the DJ's

me all the fuck you want, Real niggas fuck with me and I don't give a fuck who don't, Lock the CEO up, And I'm the CEO fuck, Prison in February and I

coke and a smile I just pick up the motherfuckin' phone and dial I got my condoms in a big ass sack I'm slangin' this dick like a New Jack (Biatch)

and cockblockers Ho-hoppers, weez niggaz is off the rocker Sippin cranberry juice on rocks with vodka With 'Pac and Poppa, and Redd Fox's doctor Takin' names and

' and the bass was shakin' And it won't be long till everybody knowin' That twelve o clock, the roof will be blowin' Drinks on me, up the cups And midnight comin' full thrust And Dick

' to the bank, I'm a goof ball It's Y.M. and we at yo' neck like a violin It's our world, we make it spin and y'all the prey, amen Now roger that, roger