im diagnosed as the offical cause of your illness
even im startin to feel sick, i puke on hoes
show you my "mill" while you gotta pocket fulla coupon rolls
shut up bitch listen before you end up dog gone missin
my guns like a website cause the dot com with it
either be a fan or get your fanny tossed
they dread me in LA now like Manny's locks
i have niggas in disguise with some tranny tops
just to stop me from finding them with the hand a God
i ran my squad from the trap houses to the candy shops
then back to LA on the sandy rocks
would never leave town, now that we got Manny i throw my beans down
and throw a party for my saturday night fiends
when Games in the spot fine hoes just rush in
thick bitches with cones big as those used for road construction
they know i spit ash and cough syrup like robitussin
aint got no virus but stay with a-bowl-a something
im fuckin... like bitch are u hungry?
good then just eat my fuckin stud muffin and love me