nigga on the score, fly beard galore Stepped out lookin' prettier then Prince Dejour I see it clearly, I turn my dream into reality Our short delayin'
fuckin face full of duct tape You get smacked like a trick that sniffed off her money Then smoked like Rzarector with the blunts dipped in honey [Verse Two: Prince
[Verse 1: Marco Polo] +Natty Dread+ like +Bob+ so rock steady With no spaghetti with meat sauce Maybe salads with one toss No bread of the sorrow cause
bitten, consumed through a nipple I'm talkin about when times were simple To make a long story short it goes Purta Prince, Knoxville, Ann Van Love in
, on the buzzard it's a 3-M They used to cite for fun? Now he cite to keep creative energy mutated within everyone The higher goal gives you a higher
Tee for short Big ballin nigga playin rhymes like a sport Wicked when I kick it, yeah that's the ticket Tossin up a forty still buzzin off the Likwit [Verse