Hey friends, hey friend Let me tell you a little story friend Let your kick in the mouth Let me tell the real story if you was put in the ropes
Brrp, sick it, ha-haha, sick it Sick it, ha-haha, sick it Sick it, ha-haha, sick it
Cause I´m heated, heated, heated I´m heated, please stop it I´m heated, heated He-he-he-heated, I´m heated Cause I´m heated, heated, heated I´m heated, please stop it Cause I´m heated, heated, heated I´m heated, please stop it Cause I´m heated Cause I´m heated, heated, heated I´m heated, please stop it I´m heated
]Go get the broom now sweep it up
Bump on the scene with the gangster lean Bitch you in the major league, major league Money ain´t a thing to me Don´t complain to me How she gettin´ next me Pull up in the scene with the gangster lean Bitch, shawty got things for me I got my sandals, no socks I ain´t payin´ for the box I can´t sleep around I don´t know where you found Ass fat, gotta move around All my life I done built it from the ground Surround sound Swim with the sharks shoulda drowned She try to smoke my whole pound Had to hit the Dogg Pound Like wassup
I heard you put a needle through the condom Tried to rob ´em
Cause I´m heated, heated, heated I´m heated, heated, heated He-he-he-heated, I´m heated Heated, heated, heated, I´m heated, please stop it I´m heated Heated, heated, heated, I´m heated, please stop it Cause I´m heated Heated, heated, heated, I´m heated, please stop it I´m heated Heated, heated, heated, I´m heated, please stop it Cause I´m heated
Go get the broom now sweep it up MC with the gangster plan Bitch you gotta make the bed Bitch you might take the stand Actin´ like you ain´t the gram Man make the money, the money never make the man Fall back, I´m cooler than a fan Came up with a master plan With nothin´ but sweat inside my hand Brp, sick up, ha-haha, sick up I ain´t trust a nigga I fucked her through the zipper Fuck police, try to hit me with a ticket Heard my man hit her raw so I ain´t wanna lick her Got a Coach bag but you ain´t no player Take another pill bitch, stay up
All she wanna do is smoke Bitch want blood, heard she fuckin´ with a locc Hello, (?) like mellow From the ghetto, Lamborghini yellow What´s up I know where I come from, I know where I´m goin´ And I can (?) won´t flow I bet she stole cash in my pocket I can´t knock it Told me to take her to the tropics Gotta get the biscotti