All Fours
And now ladies and gentlemen
The one and only may-backer...
R:
I got the coupe sitting on all fours
I keep the prettiest of bitches, on all fours
Double cup on all fours
Lately, just tell me what's it all fo'
And what the fuck is going on
You know I'm smoking on strong
And what the fuck is going on
Music up, while I'm blowing on strong
All I ever did, was made money in the fishes
Turning up with pennies, trying to work up to a bitch
Reagan-era born into the world, that's a prison
Tomorrow ain't given, tomorrow ain't given
Ken Dog, what you see on television
Turn a ordinary bitch, into a video vixen
They say bullets ain't got no name on em
I beg to differ, niggaz starving and they fade on em
Innocent, until the world made me hard
Made me bowl it up and blow, Nintendo carteridge
Made em pay, for me to talk like a pay phone
Black Camaro, on them black lips Grace Jones
R:
I'm in the studio, blowing on some'ing loud
It's Don Ke, bitch yeah I made my block proud
Still in the parking lot, entertaining three hoes
I'm one deep, in that two seater on all fo's
Music blasting, space age and futuristic
Nothing but bad hoes, my taste is too specific
Real nigga, with his top off and no drama
Blowing presidential strong, nigga Obama
I'm on my hustle, steady looking for that double up
We out here leaning, and they fiending for that double cup
24 inches, pretty bitches know I'm grown
It's 7-13, what the fuck is going on
R:
Just waking up in the morning, gotta thank God
She with me, same color as the paint job
And you gotta ride candy, here where we stay
Suicide do's, all fo's like pre-k
S.U.C. on replay, arm broken patch it
I woke up to a threesome, I'm going for the hat trick
Glock sitting here, cruise in traffic with my hat low
My top disappeared, doing magic like Orlando
I stay dranked out, from Sunnyside so I claim Scott
Fo' thousand, better keep a closed mouth you can't box
Coming down like rain drops, this oil got me on tilt
When your lighters on screen, so I'm higher than stilts
R: