funk flex, volume 4, niggas, c'mon...
Yo, it's gettin' hard to dodge the women, but I'm still pitchin' hard white
balls faster than Roger Clemens
y'all know the kid with the "O"s thats as large as linens, when it comes to
selling trees--I'm as large as Timberland
My lawyer got my charges slimin', he said the only way you going upstate, if
its along with women
Pull out the garage like Gremlins, a rockford fos. system in it, that'll have
the projects tremblin'
yall know nothin' bout lettin' a few sprays go off, yall only reach for your
hip when your 2-way goes off
shots'll fly by your head, your tupee blow off, I aint Crip, I'm just a
Ghetto Fab, I more than rap for my bucks, keep two nines on me like Warren
Sapp from the Bucs'
The word I'm ballin', be flowin' til my jet shakes, and I keep chicks in my
lap--throwin' me head fakes
Nigga, I walk around with them grands you stackin', and me and Flex dont
roll unless they Andrew Jacksons
It's Brooklyn by me, the crook that I be, y'all even look or eye me, y'all