yah lames catch feelings we catch flights ugh jet life jet life race cars and weed jars uh i got a style for every bump in your face grease ball ass nigga pontiac judge open and shut case you know i m bow tied till i die though i made an exception for the 69 so quick off the line coin double side no matter what we heads up we in the yard tell your dogs they should be aware of us we break it off like an engagement gone bad i fill your jaccuzi with them groupies make it a bird bath miss me no you didn t bitch with that bullshit miss me tryna claim spitta name tyrna be ms me all of that kicks to me silly rabbit trickery you only around because my spot is where you wish to be hope to catch me sleepin by being freaky but baby girl let me be the first to say it s not that easy i wasn t born yesterday nor later on that evening just had to get that out the way and make the playin field even michael knight michael knight michael knight michael knight michael knight michael knight michael knight scoodododododododododoo michael knight michael knight michael knight michael knight michael knight michael knight michael knight scoodododododododododoo and the view from the rockin chair improves but i ve yet to see a team fuckin with the crew near fall i saw it all wide frame everything with wings ain t a plane man indo get rolled up like car windows avoiding the police man them car winslows the wind blow in change and i am not mad old garbage bag rappers need to find a style fast its written all over niggas like a dapper dan survive rough land cactus plants growin in desert sands alive i stand left for dead though a nigga didn t die i got highed up so i could autograph the sky michael knight michael knight michael knight michael knight michael knight michael knight michael knight scoodododododododododoo michael knight michael knight michael knight michael knight michael knight michael knight michael knight scoodododododododododoo  yeah shallah louis rich definitely dressed down and everybody here know it yo a snow white aston on the ground with a poet louis the kid who told you to come to the crib threw a bag in your lap and told you don t blow the kids we milled up actually my flowin is real tough sport these gazelles faded leather on real rough bank account don t even question spent all my money last year buyin shit and investments marvelous gangsta new york nigga make me sick rather screw honeys who ain t cuffin all my life six black kids stolen right from kick dice and strip you and slice you so listen young niggas i m a give you some jewels quick don t ever rat your friends out you stand in a pool of shit lookin like a crab ass faggot sooner or later them boys that was hating on you got the ratchets