Texty:
No Fun At All It Won T Be Wrong

for your type For your type (I just can't explain this shit at all) Fall for your type (I just can't explain this shit at all) Fall for your type (I

wrong move, and you caps peeled I ain't no super hero, I ain't no Marvel Comic But when it comes to game I'm atomic At droppin' it straight point blank

with ya. If your a busta niggas gon' have fun with ya. So, nigga, don't get me wrong, my niggas swang them thangs, bang some brains, slangin' llello. It all

The interior is all oak wood You know how me and my folks do it It's A-Town, we don't play around 78 Sevilles on Ferris wheels Where it's at? There it

really got it wrong I didn't steal your boyfriend Well I'm sorry that he called me And that I answered the telephone Don't be worried, I'm not with

keep rollin, just can't stop Only two worries are a thief or the cops People keep sayin: it's all so wrong But the rocks roll strong all night long Another

be givin' to you Uh, all I'm givin' is some dick in you Now she agreed, I told the bitch to blaze the weed Now she blazed it but that ain't all she

By the whole rapper thing, aren't ya? Probably thinkin' you'll get slapped so dang hard Ya won't even be able to stand up straight, aren't ya? Couple

' you doin kid we already did it If rap was a toilet, I woulda already shit it Critics sayin', "Kris you shoulda already quit it" But I can't stop, won't