by cityfan31 » Sep 12th, '12, 00:51
Lyrics:
Yep, yep
Nothing high class in my glass, only bottles I pop are bottles of pop,
So when I pop, upon the spot, I'm probably not,
Gonna be wanting to pop bubbly or some rock, I'm not pussy,
But I'ma run this city tonight, when I hit it I might, act like a fricken idiot,
Titty mixed with a ???? night,
Big city lights little indignity, hot diggity this Biggie is getting me hyped,
I don't get some liquor I'll hurt you,
I'll knock your dick in the dirt, bigger and worse than that bitch in that Snickers commercial,
A mixture of Stiffler and Urkel(?), hanging from the light fixture I hope you pricks are insured for this building cos we tearing it down,
Security get out the fricken way, jesus christ all the blaring is loud,
I swear only thing I hear is the sound of sirens, going EHEHEHEHE cos..
Best I could do..
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cityfan31 on Sep 12th, '12, 00:55, edited 2 times in total.