Ninety One

They say Bronson disappeared like the AIDS from Magic Johnson's dick (uh) Truth be told, I been rehearsing for a role, but daddy back (uh) The Cadillac, could fit like eighty Shaqs, eleven baby MACs, five Scud missiles Let the cocodrillo tongue kiss you You'll meet that afterlife with one whistle, you and whoever run with you Someone'll have to come and get you but they can't (uh-huh) 'Cause you'll turn to ketchup while I'm chillin', eatin' speca (peppers) Pickled in vinegar, your bitch look like Forest Whitaker (uh) In the movie where he played a general (uh) Every ocean is my fuckin' swimming pool (ah) If this wave's breaking on the shore, I'm swingin' through Land Rover 110, beluga blue (ah) Never been polluted with the flu (no) Press the pedal of the Porsche with no shoe (oh) Diamond-studded horse shoe (uh) Eat p***y sweeter than corn soup (uh) Every day I wake up to the tender sound of war flutes Catch me on tour, boo (I got love) (Have a talk) Ninth inning, they call me Wild Thing (Wild Thing) Gotta understand, baby, the boy Bronson on some X-file ting They show my face on the screen at the Garden Everybody scream, that shit's retarded, I'm just an artist Now the speedboat like 37 feet long, everybody got loafers on My shorty sayin' that I should sleep more (no) Tell that chick to take a detour, I need to hit the streets more I need to see more, jump in and out of orange Z4's That's zero G-force, motherfucker (uh-huh) Your money smaller than a seahorse (small) You never even had a conversation with the street boss (I got love) Uh, shit, fuck happened? (Have a talk)