Hip Hop Quotables
Album: Chicken -N- Beer
Release Date: 10/7/03
Label: Def Jam South
Explicit version of "Hip Hop Quotables" lyrics
Hi
And I'm close to the edge
I curse so much just to get on they nerves
I got kids actin' a fool from the traps to the burbs
My filthy mouth
So I shot the tooth fairy and put my old teeth back
I take a s*** on the equator
And make government officials breathe harder than Darth Vader
It's the chicken and the beer that makes Luda keep rappin'
But no pork on my fork
I go fishin' on my lake
Plus I eat many MC's
The numba one chief rocka
I'm as stiff as a board
But my trix ain't for kids
I'll clock ya I'll spring forward
Every album that I drop has got more than ten bangers
That's cause I'm a shot caller
Ain't a damn thing changed but the ice on my chain
To get chicks from Portland
Now I roll up torpedoes
For a hefty fee
I own so many jerseys I'm a throwback mess
I hit the cleaners and tell 'em I want a full court press
So momma toast your glass while I'm countin' my cash
'Cause every single is a smash
The competition never just wanna admit that they lost
And that they last about as long as my part in the wash
From yo' car to a crap game
One of Mini Me's shoes got more sole than you
So by the time you figure out why your record ain't spinnin'
I'm in the strip club smokin'
So stand clear of the long sideburns and goatee
They may the mold of the penis enlarger off me
I'll be in another room when I hit from the back
Not to mention my refridgerator's taller than Shaq
So yippie kay yay
If you can't swim
I've been lookin for a woman just to put my stamp on
But a lot of y'all are mo' stuck up than tampons
So wash all ya sins away and stop playin'
If God's line is busy you might have to two way him
Then catch me in your backyard
And when I'm drunk tell them kids
Or watch me swing my chain at the Roscoe's off Pico
Got seven cars
And people think I'm bad
'Cause I go on blind dates
But my album's out the store
I heard you masturbate a lot
'Cause these women want a man that stay up and stay strong
Like the NBA
All that s*** that y'all talkin'
'Cause Ludacris'll beat you down with a prosthetic limb
I put my foot so deep in yo' ass that you can smell it
And yo' breath will turn to Foot Locker water repellant
I'm the man
And I'm in a group
So much money in my jewelry that I'm damn near sorry
So I'ma trade my earrings in
I buy cars with straight cash
Y'all meet with Honda
Take a look at yo' life
Y'all put up with more s*** than a colostomy bag
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