Don't panic wit our crew in your crib
A slap in the face, I put a razor in your face
Don't imitate our style, classic style
What the fuck is that shine in your smile
It does not cross my wayyyyyyy (grrrrrrr)
Look at the abdomen, Wow! like Kimbo
Amazin' how good you're at Nintendo
Just a night out with me to embarrass you
Shootin' around you, my niggaz are watchin' you (yeah!)
My eyez shine with so much money
That your hair is like strin', it's so funny
I don't know what you wanted to kiss that bitch
A herpes, a wound or burn your switch (Ha-ha)
The award for comedy of the year goes to...
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee (Yea)
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee (Yea)
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee (Yea)
[* hail of bullets and fallin' body *]
Ha ha ha ha ha ha [* scream *]
I'm still standin' nigga (Huh!)
That's why they call me Biggie
The fake! But is that what they call "Kinggie"
I misuse your money straight to my piggy
J. Glock calls the whole gang
OK, all right? (aiiiiiight)
Girls after babies, I leave them like crazy
They scream like: "Oh my God", "oh man", "oh no!"
No blue pill do they disheveled, I'm loco
Burn baby burn, bottle after babies
O. calls: "Let's go New York"
Flyin' in a Benz and turnin' "John Walk"
The award for comedy of the year goes to...
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee (Yea)
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee (Yea)
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee (Yea)
[* hail of bullets and fallin' body *]
Ha ha ha ha ha ha [* scream *]
This music is not unique to you
Hey man, you hear that Wayne?
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