Mr. D. Carter From out tha deep water Thank the lord for my voice, The beat, and the recorder Now pick an alphabet And your a z and While I'm up tryin to be tha best mc and Now let me in I got my key in And with them alphabets, I never used p-e-n But I gotta lotta paper But a lot aint enough So I got an occupatioin Gotta bring the baking Straight to the kitchen table Homie if ya girl pregnant You should kiss her naval Cuz you probably wont live To see the mothaf**kin cradle Ya past left a scar And ya future's lookin fatal Ya can't be sorry Ya gotta be a savior Gotta be the bread winner So go rob the bread maker When they put ya homey to sleep It's gotta be a wake up Ya move in tha hood Then ya gotta meet the neighbors
Bitch get off me Bitch get off me I'm the little ass nigga Known as big homey The killas is ballin The niggas is targets The snitches is talkin But this is New Orleans I love what I got I'm just livin the moment I aint dyin just yet
I take a shit in the coffin I already know how to piss in tha toilet I'm tryin to get tha pot To piss in in the mornin' I never fall back I'd rather go forward And when I come through Ya betta duck like howard Because I got power Just like a forward I come through the lane And straight dunk like Staudi- Mire, Amare reminds me of I-uh He's a Pheonix sun and I am fire Dis-re-spect and I spit fire Til ya neck end up like
Hey Now would ya light that blunt Promethazine please Now bitch look at me Like a set of t.v.'s I'm just tryin to live out my destiny, Please, let me do me I got the recipe, feed I'm all about my bread Like a seseme seed Big dog talkin, check my pedigree flees (HaHa) And I ball like every team And I got every girl havin sex with me dream My heart is in the dirty But the rest of me clean I jump for Hollygrove Like a trampoline fiend And I rock ya bells Like a tambourine bean Jewelry shinin' like flush Maybaline bling Red Giants jersey if ya know wut I mean Gimme Plaxico Burress, number seventeen One circle, three fingers is tha theme And young money motha f**ka is tha team
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Copy to Clipboard: Mr. D. Carter From out tha deep water Thank the lord for my voice, The beat, and the recorder Now pick an alphabet And your a z and While I'm up tryin to be tha best mc and Now let me in I got my key in And with them alphabets, I never used p-e-n But I gotta lotta paper But a lot aint enough So I got an occupatioin Gotta bring the baking Straight to the kitchen table Homie if ya girl pregnant You should kiss her naval Cuz you probably wont live To see the mothaf**kin cradle Ya past left a scar And ya future's lookin fatal Ya can't be sorry Ya gotta be a savior Gotta be the bread winner So go rob the bread maker When they put ya homey to sleep It's gotta be a wake up Ya move in tha hood Then ya gotta meet the neighbors
Bitch get off me Bitch get off me I'm the little ass nigga Known as big homey The killas is ballin The niggas is targets The snitches is talkin But this is New Orleans I love what I got I'm just livin the moment I aint dyin just yet
I take a shit in the coffin I already know how to piss in tha toilet I'm tryin to get tha pot To piss in in the mornin' I never fall back I'd rather go forward And when I come through Ya betta duck like howard Because I got power Just like a forward I come through the lane And straight dunk like Staudi- Mire, Amare reminds me of I-uh He's a Pheonix sun and I am fire Dis-re-spect and I spit fire Til ya neck end up like
Hey Now would ya light that blunt Promethazine please Now bitch look at me Like a set of t.v.'s I'm just tryin to live out my destiny, Please, let me do me I got the recipe, feed I'm all about my bread Like a seseme seed Big dog talkin, check my pedigree flees (HaHa) And I ball like every team And I got every girl havin sex with me dream My heart is in the dirty But the rest of me clean I jump for Hollygrove Like a trampoline fiend And I rock ya bells Like a tambourine bean Jewelry shinin' like flush Maybaline bling Red Giants jersey if ya know wut I mean Gimme Plaxico Burress, number seventeen One circle, three fingers is tha theme And young money motha f**ka is tha team
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