CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : THE BROWN STAINS OF DARKEESE LATIFAH PART 6-12 (Remix) - Part 2 Only
sh*t, p*ss, f**k, c**t, c*cksucker, motherf**ker
Anything that'll p*ss you muthaf**kas off
I don't even smoke and I'm a level above of y'all
b*t*h, you couldn't reach me with a ladder and a calling card
I'm special, n***a
Who the f**k are you?!
I'm special, n***a
They used to tell me to calm down, said I have a problem
Now I'm runnin' sh*t, that's why you never see me wearin' joggers
Lead by example, how?
All y'all is my son and I ain't never had a f**kin' father
Boy, I'ma bring the noise
I got my own beat and we all got drums
What these weapons about? We're just flexin' about
You on your grind but who the one that got the wep at their house?
b*t*h, I do this on purpose, you n***as don't got a purpose
This n***a call me a clown, n***a I own the circus
Stack is sittin' in my pocket folded like a papaya
You know I golf b*t*h like I been sleepin' with Tiger
Woody woody, my mob, mob is goodie we Oddkast
We O-K-K-K just like the clan hoodie
Golf sh*t packet, rip it out the f**kin' package
In that all pink fit lookin' like a f**kin' faggot
Who the f**k you think you f**kin' with, n***a!?
I'm a bad case of I don't even know
I gotta to tear the sh*t out of this goddamn house
I think that I'mma blow my muthaf**kin' brains out
Tyler, take a chill pill, n***a
Anything that'll p*ss you muthaf**kas off
I don't even smoke and I'm a level above of y'all
b*t*h, you couldn't reach me with a ladder and a calling card
I'm special, n***a
Who the f**k are you?!
I'm special, n***a
They used to tell me to calm down, said I have a problem
Now I'm runnin' sh*t, that's why you never see me wearin' joggers
Lead by example, how?
All y'all is my son and I ain't never had a f**kin' father
Boy, I'ma bring the noise
I got my own beat and we all got drums
What these weapons about? We're just flexin' about
You on your grind but who the one that got the wep at their house?
b*t*h, I do this on purpose, you n***as don't got a purpose
This n***a call me a clown, n***a I own the circus
Stack is sittin' in my pocket folded like a papaya
You know I golf b*t*h like I been sleepin' with Tiger
Woody woody, my mob, mob is goodie we Oddkast
We O-K-K-K just like the clan hoodie
Golf sh*t packet, rip it out the f**kin' package
In that all pink fit lookin' like a f**kin' faggot
Who the f**k you think you f**kin' with, n***a!?
I'm a bad case of I don't even know
I gotta to tear the sh*t out of this goddamn house
I think that I'mma blow my muthaf**kin' brains out
Tyler, take a chill pill, n***a
