and we cappin and ready to blast on the first slippin nigga cause I'm sick of bein last [Chorus: x2] It ain't no room for mistakes in the streets, watch yo' back [Mad
bitches that be givin' it up, uhh My love for you, c'mon Bitches, just wanna hold the name exactly That's why they suck dick with more passion than apples And I ain't mad
, big cat This is real talk, not big chat Did ya get that? 'Cause I ain't no small timer I rhyme on big tracks Now feel the vibes I create, this heavyweight
Yeah yeah Listen babe Every time I see you, I get a bad vibe Just thinkin' of someone else in between your thighs And you thought you were slick, had
at your mouth waiting to hear anything Baby, I get so lost in you When you walk it looks like your floating 'Cause your vibe to me is mad potent Like
minute and catch the vibe (Ohh) Put your mind ease, just catch the vibe (Vibe) Just take a minute and catch the vibe Don't press yourself, just catch the vibe
20k 4's on my black Cadillac And as a matter of fact, flipped it and dipped it in some candy paint Suckas get mad 'cause they can't bang Your boy, Lil
/ I'm a do it real big till I'm faded, yo/ And I'm the man 'round here, I'm amazin', ho/ This Layzie flow got me mad respect, and if a nigga disrespect
no competition [fart sound] (Ewwww) It smell good and the weed still sell good for the lay bits Talkin bad like you ready to blaze nigga you ain't mad
a lace ut We nah ease up none at all We nuh cuddle and tickle Gal fi get, we just send on the brickle Deal with it madda mad mad, crazy and sickle Mek
five And I ain't tryin to come in last Ain't no need for me to be upset And ain't no need for you to be mad If a man got his own pad And whether he want
first one to prove what the mass would do one ain't better than havin' two looney individuals off cash and brew lace the avenues boy I ain't mad at
the first one to prove what the mass would do One ain't better than havin' two, looney individuals off cash and brew Lace the avenues boy I ain't mad
dem a work witchcraft Elbow dem elbow dem dem nuh like yu and yu nuh like dem We head gawn we head gawn dem dance yah mad from dem born [Chorus(1x)] [
Co-ordination crazy, but still it sounds hype Rocking off and on beat, and I do believe I'm right, you're right Am I wrong? Yes, son Don't be mad, be
so bad that he blocks him out But if he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out His thoughts are whacked he's mad so he's talkin' back Talkin'
Men singing: Jealous! (8X) [Girls voice: (Talking over the singing)] Jealous!?! What he mean jealous, know what I'm saying? He just mad cause he got
with noises Its transmissions bring submission as ya mold to the unreal And mad boy grips the microphone with a fistful of steel Yeah, and mad mad boy
