Sicilian Spit
10-14-08, 02:18 PM
What's up ya'll? Good to see the site back up and running. Had to f*ck with this beat, it's so hard. No mic so bear with the sound quality.
http://www.zshare.net/audio/501902719ca4d740/
I sent a text to this girl I used to see
I’m posted with the partners at the casa blowing trees
I told her type a message to a friend who might be down
And then CC every girl that she see around town
Cause’ one is not enough, it’s nine batters in the order
Tryna BEAT A MEXICAN like it’s a BATTLE FOR THE BORDER
Cut the chat a little shorter, we on a tight agenda
Yea I like the backbenda, but you not as tight as Brenda
Who not as cute as Lisa, who never be bad as Kim
Miss Judy got the booty with the stomach flat and trim
That’s why I’m at the gym, takin yoga in the rear
Of the class, watchin ass with some drogas and a beer
A stogie in the ear, ditch the b*tch who slept the night
I’m AMBIDEXTROUS, pulling b*tches LEFT AND RIGHT
Stayin deft and bright and yea, I’m moving with resolve
You’ll never be a pimp until you prove you can evolve
Cause b*tches change their mind more than you would change a fit
I’m a MAGNUM GOLD GLOVER and my STROKE AND RANGE legit
So I ain’t arrangin sh*t, the women flock to jock
Haters try to block the cock, so I had to clock the glock
The block chock full of them girls who yearn for pipe
Lead my troops into battle, whole squad be earning stripes
Like the girl in the red, the green, the royal blue
So I choose you, you right there and, oh yea, you
Ya boy be choosy, never f*ck a b*tch without a rubber
D*ck a LETHAL WEAPON so I dubbed it DANNY GLOVER
Ride with the fellas, spit a capella
So many GOLDEN TICKETS even WILLY WONKA jealous
Minchia, sei bella! Lei si chiama Stella (Italian)
I told her keep your fingers off the automatic teller
Got more green than a motherf*ckin salad
Shot morphine, got a motherf*cker pallid
But still my music valid, it’s not another ballad
Just a LITTLE TASTE to clear your motherf*ckin PALATE
The b*tches love the talent, and I just cant refuse ‘em
Ask WILLIE HUTCH, I’m the one that they be CHOOSIN
Baby you been rollin dolo, time to get down with the team
I’m the KING and if you lucky you could hit the CROWN REGIME
We be makin b*tches scream, takin digits is the sheme
Hit it once and never call ‘em, fu*ck a b*tch’s self esteem
That itself is not the theme, it’s just one of the effects
So don’t talk about the future if you wanna be the next
I’m gettin hella skins from the Bay to Coral Gables
Then they GONE WITH THE WIND, no O’HARA to my GABLE
Cab fare is on the table, pick your clothes up off the floor
Gettin kittens out the cradle, kickin hoes up out the door
I’m a million dollar mack that need a billion different girls
Spit a MILLION BARS OF CRACK, POPPIN PILLS AND SNIFFIN GIRL
Hit my b*tch up on her Pearl, tell her Daddy comin through
Go and search the latest song online and add it to the queue
B*tches memorize my flows, pose and pedicure their toes
Cause they know about the game and how it goes, they tryna get chose
Eenie meenie decisions, girls be wishin I pick ‘em
Play my position like a LINEBACKER and STICK 'EM
Flick ‘em off the porch and tell ‘em to get lost b*tch
Here’s some bling to floss b*tch, nothin to a boss b*tch
I got skrill for days, talk sh*t but you still amazed
Even Pineapple Express ain’t got sh*t on the kill I blaze
Fill my days with herbal medicine and girls named Evelyn
Better than the last, but still I clown her cause I’m never in
Love with a beezy, tricking ‘em is easy
BLOW SMOKE UP THEIR ASS LIKE IM SHOTGUNNIN A BLEEZY
Treasonous to fall or put a slut above the click
Burn a ripper like a wick, cause I’m a cut above a trick
Other lovers stick around and wanna take over the bills
But I’m steady on my grind, tryna to make over a mill
Ho wanna be my wife, and she sweet and pretty but
I’m a DOG so I chose to just BEAT THE KITTY UP
http://www.zshare.net/audio/501902719ca4d740/
I sent a text to this girl I used to see
I’m posted with the partners at the casa blowing trees
I told her type a message to a friend who might be down
And then CC every girl that she see around town
Cause’ one is not enough, it’s nine batters in the order
Tryna BEAT A MEXICAN like it’s a BATTLE FOR THE BORDER
Cut the chat a little shorter, we on a tight agenda
Yea I like the backbenda, but you not as tight as Brenda
Who not as cute as Lisa, who never be bad as Kim
Miss Judy got the booty with the stomach flat and trim
That’s why I’m at the gym, takin yoga in the rear
Of the class, watchin ass with some drogas and a beer
A stogie in the ear, ditch the b*tch who slept the night
I’m AMBIDEXTROUS, pulling b*tches LEFT AND RIGHT
Stayin deft and bright and yea, I’m moving with resolve
You’ll never be a pimp until you prove you can evolve
Cause b*tches change their mind more than you would change a fit
I’m a MAGNUM GOLD GLOVER and my STROKE AND RANGE legit
So I ain’t arrangin sh*t, the women flock to jock
Haters try to block the cock, so I had to clock the glock
The block chock full of them girls who yearn for pipe
Lead my troops into battle, whole squad be earning stripes
Like the girl in the red, the green, the royal blue
So I choose you, you right there and, oh yea, you
Ya boy be choosy, never f*ck a b*tch without a rubber
D*ck a LETHAL WEAPON so I dubbed it DANNY GLOVER
Ride with the fellas, spit a capella
So many GOLDEN TICKETS even WILLY WONKA jealous
Minchia, sei bella! Lei si chiama Stella (Italian)
I told her keep your fingers off the automatic teller
Got more green than a motherf*ckin salad
Shot morphine, got a motherf*cker pallid
But still my music valid, it’s not another ballad
Just a LITTLE TASTE to clear your motherf*ckin PALATE
The b*tches love the talent, and I just cant refuse ‘em
Ask WILLIE HUTCH, I’m the one that they be CHOOSIN
Baby you been rollin dolo, time to get down with the team
I’m the KING and if you lucky you could hit the CROWN REGIME
We be makin b*tches scream, takin digits is the sheme
Hit it once and never call ‘em, fu*ck a b*tch’s self esteem
That itself is not the theme, it’s just one of the effects
So don’t talk about the future if you wanna be the next
I’m gettin hella skins from the Bay to Coral Gables
Then they GONE WITH THE WIND, no O’HARA to my GABLE
Cab fare is on the table, pick your clothes up off the floor
Gettin kittens out the cradle, kickin hoes up out the door
I’m a million dollar mack that need a billion different girls
Spit a MILLION BARS OF CRACK, POPPIN PILLS AND SNIFFIN GIRL
Hit my b*tch up on her Pearl, tell her Daddy comin through
Go and search the latest song online and add it to the queue
B*tches memorize my flows, pose and pedicure their toes
Cause they know about the game and how it goes, they tryna get chose
Eenie meenie decisions, girls be wishin I pick ‘em
Play my position like a LINEBACKER and STICK 'EM
Flick ‘em off the porch and tell ‘em to get lost b*tch
Here’s some bling to floss b*tch, nothin to a boss b*tch
I got skrill for days, talk sh*t but you still amazed
Even Pineapple Express ain’t got sh*t on the kill I blaze
Fill my days with herbal medicine and girls named Evelyn
Better than the last, but still I clown her cause I’m never in
Love with a beezy, tricking ‘em is easy
BLOW SMOKE UP THEIR ASS LIKE IM SHOTGUNNIN A BLEEZY
Treasonous to fall or put a slut above the click
Burn a ripper like a wick, cause I’m a cut above a trick
Other lovers stick around and wanna take over the bills
But I’m steady on my grind, tryna to make over a mill
Ho wanna be my wife, and she sweet and pretty but
I’m a DOG so I chose to just BEAT THE KITTY UP