Lyrics
Ansane-day2
"tell me what you know,
when you see'n my style lookin pimp so fresh,
looking better different from the rest,
tell me what you know, couse my girl is so fly
pimpin on her gear, make ya say oh my,"
got ya mother fuckers on a point ya cant see,
test me, sets free an mc, im nasty,
ya pullin on my feelings, lettin settin ya rips,
sets with sticks, couse rocks aint hurting shit
ya best with words, couse words and knife cut,
oh fuck, good luck, ya aint reaching my gut, *ha*
so what ya reppin, put ya sectino on check mate,
bitch hate, whos late, left your bitch to blind date,
ya cant see were im going or flowin, tracks blowin,
its all controling to the flow, lets go, now whos stallin
ya bitches reppin and hating on me cuse i flow sets,
why so mad? i didnt fuck ya girl so shes left wet,
so whats left, its like ya plate no burger just Tryes
lies and lies, about ya being better ha yea right,
ya better put ya shit straigh, put ya shit down,
dirty south up in this bitch, Reppin that A-town,
i understand ya just hate couse ya aint know better,
im just so fresh, spittin ice, here's a sweater,
dont even hesitate to let it straight, ya fucked up,
i keep it pimpin, ya keep speaking, bitches i wount stop
got ya haters on a set, watch and see me spit,
rip quick, bad hit, ya cough and choke quick,
I love the feelin watchin ya try ya best luck,
talking junk, messin with the ones ya cant fuck,
fucking with me, Ha ya just pushing my nerves,
thinking ya know about music, like its a book, ya wack nerds,
let me get this straight, show you a thing or two,
see how i keep it pimpin with women, keepin it gangsta too,
keep it ya head runnin, couse your legs are to slow,
who you fucking with bro, this is shit is real pendejo
hate my style hate my race, hate my girl hate my ways,
hate my look, hate me for having better days,
ya only run ya mouth cause ya dont know enough,
the only thing ya parents thought you was how to fuck,
just asked your mom, i thought that bitch too,
keep pushing my buttons punk, ill teach you two,
bet ya mother fuckers cant do it like me,
setin a scene, better it seems as i keep rippin this things,
take it from the top, let them know whats up,
what you gonna do bitch, shut tha fuck up,
just relax bitch, set your fat ass down
this aint like the free twinkies wal marts passin around,
i aint about to show you off, punch your stomach to blow it off,
give you enough feed-smack to stick your eggo up,
content so wack, with elemental shit thats been sayd,
get your info from google bitch, very smart hey
but i aint trippin dog, you keep doin your thing,
just dont act like you got the balls to step up in the ring,
i aint throwin no punches, im just taking it light,
flowin to this beat, understand me son im doing it right,
so keep on hating its all good just keep making me laugh,
keep making that music ha, ya punks are fucking sad,
