Ninety One

They say Bronson disappeared like the AIDS from Magic Johnson's dick Truth be told, I've been rehearsing for a role, but (Roles) Daddy back, the Cadillac could fit like Eighty Shaqs, eleven baby MACs, five Scud missiles Let the cocodrillo tongue-kiss you (Mwah) You meet the afterlife with one whistle, you and whoever run wit' you Someone'll have to come and get but they can't 'Cause you'll turn to ketchup While I'm chillin' eating speca (Peppers) Pickled vinegar, your bitch look like Forest Whitaker In the movie where he played the general Every ocean is my fuckin' swimming pool If this wave's breaking on the shore I'm swimming through Land Rover 110, Beluga blue Never been polluted with the flu (Nope) Press the pedal of the Porsche with no shoe, diamond-studded horseshoe Your pussy sweeter than corn soup Everyday I wake up to the tender sound of war flute Catch me on tour, boo (I got love) (Avatar!) Ninth inning, they call me wild thing (Wild thing) Gotta understand, baby, the boy Bronson on some X-Files thing They showed my face on the screen at the garden Everybody scream (Ahh!) - that shit's retarded, I'm just an artist Now the speedboat like thirty-seven feet long Everybody got loafers on My shawty saying that I should sleep more (No) Tell that chick to take a detour, I need to hit the streets more I need to see more, jump in and out the orange Z4s That's zero G-force, motherfucker Your money smaller than a seahorse (Small) You never even had a conversation with the street boss (I got love) Shit, the fuck happened?