homie you on't really want me to shine
Like Boston George ain't wanna
give up his f'neck to Diego
I'm the type of nigga dat's gonna come up,
The day I leave this bitch in a body
When I'm still livin and y'all hatas get
mo mad with every breath I take
Sometime I might spill a nigga but J
Prince clean up every mess I make
Some like my quicker picker
upper thats ma bounty nigga
Ma piss durty but I ain't smoke
but just weed in ma brownie nigga
You don wan run with me I'm
Ma fifty caliber shoot so far I call
that bitch my vince young
If it's really time to murk
I ain't gonna need a rehearsal homie
Sex money and murda homie
Call me Vince Young homie
I can see the five o's when they blitzin
I see stick up kid s targetin Z-
So it's pistols in every room,
every bathroom and both kitchens
You better go long homie,
cuz you know I throw long homie
But you don't wanna catch
Touchdown for the S- U- C we
I don't know nobody that fast, woo woo wooo
I'm feelin so Pimp C right
Yeah yo diamonds shine but not
like mine homie that's yo bad
And I ain't even a materialistic guy
I don't luuv money but you might think I do cuz
I'll murda you if you try to take sum from me
Look at you know you can't even have
an open casket you dumb dummy
And I sleep real good every night cuz
ain't none of the bullets come from me
Like I was a hundred forty- seven pounds
with an AK- 47 rounds, sit down
I'm official like a referee whistle
and tougher than bone gristle
Put so much lead in yo ass
you could be yo own piencil
Z- Ro The Crook, The King of the Ghetto,
yeah homie, that's ma name
And I'm milli as a mothafucka with
seventy carats up in my name
Call me Vince Young homie
I can see the five o's when they blitzin
I see stick up kid s targetin Z-
Do it's pistols in every room
Every bathroom and both kitchens
Cuz you know I throw long homie
But you don't wanna catch
Touchdown for the S- U- C we
I don't know nobody that fast, woo woo wooo
Now I ain't never been to 106 and Park and sat on the couch
but I'm a legend in this rappin the South
Achoo, excuse me I'm allergic to bitch- niggas,
I'm bitch- niggas intolerant
And ma stomach cramp up whenever
I'm rollin in ma Kobe Bryant on
I'm always in a fo do but I
ain't never got no passengers
Good weed, good drank, big money main,
I don't get along with y'all fel las but I get money main
Cuz when I came back home from jail
that's when all they shows stopped
And I don't walk with fifty niggas
Call me Vince Young homie
I can see the five o's when they blitzin
I see stick up kid s targetin Z-
So it's pistols in every room,
every bathroom and both kitchens
You better go long homie,
cuz you know I throw long homie
But you don't wanna catch
Touchdown for the S- U- C we
Touchdown like Reggie Bush on a break away,
I don't know nobody that fast,
