U Got Talent

My shirley temples bang like a banger

I like it when my new suits hang off the hanger

Its like it's clear as crystal

And referee official

The homie said he like the sound of hearin bullets whistle

I drive a automatic

I spit it like a addict

Im tell baby girl with the curls she got talent

Im somethin like a candle dealin with the wax

Just me and you baby girl rollin in the lac

Would ya holla backk

With g stacks baby bubble of 50

This dedicated to those who hustlin with me

Shit i came clean to get back to the basics

From frisco the fastest track in the nation

You can hate on the store im taken it for

This aint hustle and flow i don't wait in the car (hell no)

Im no chaufferr yes mam no sir

So sure i could put her down right on your turf

The g's come in threes like piano keys

If your honeycomb is buzzin wit those honey bees

And banana trees and fly canapees

And ladys that be lookin like they're vandati

Man the cotton candy flow through my soul

Man baby said she liked my style she'll never let it go

Im Jack Clark candle sticks parked in a skylark

Tennis shoes bad news student of the rap rule rhyme does

Shit we no joke got them walkin the plank

And barfs juss like tony when he's talkin to frank

We be hopin out the van bags all in the back

And playin it to perfection we call it the game

Blow rhyme a lit

On the field smile like donovan

You stay a while let me work up on your confidence

You know they gon hate fake hoes interagate

Put her down on the same plate

Man it's fair play

My eyes are on the target i picture panasonic

I move through the crowd and try to hit her wit the knowledge

Man let a baker bake

Shes a vanilla shake

I like the strawberry sauce on my cheesecake

I dip around the lake when it's quite like a wake

And when it comes again i try to crack it like a safe

The sun goes down and disappear in the shadows

Or you reappear on the streets of seattle

I like the styles of the ginoco's

I come around thurbin runnin like im pete rose

And when i concatrate i do it's like free throws

I tell noah you'll sink ridin these flows

Man double up you better buckle buckle and roll wit me

I put a lil twist and i mix it wit poetry

Man two dymes could be the rope the fine fines

Never have to listin never standin in line

The widewalk baby girl wins you can ride

And from the looks of it girl it's cold outside

Time after time I'll be workin wit the prime

Seventh in line im a zodiac sign

And ricochet game off your frame in your mind

I know you think it's fun 'cause it aint no crime

Wut you talkin bout