Blaze A 50
(专辑: The Lost Tapes - 2002)
Blaze a
50, sit back in the
drop top Azure Bentley Of course with me, this chick'll make Bobby divorce Whitney Brazilian candy, from Miami Masseuse, wedding ring on, loving Celine Dion Hate rap, told me where she get cake at She's a
part-time dancer, part time romancer Tries to be a
mother when she gets a
chance to Left her husband alone to raise they son, he's in Pampers Modeled for a
year, got her bachelors degree 33, recovering from plastic surgery Went from 34B to 36 double D
Met her in San Diego at the
Super Bowl party Had the
Henny, sipped it up with Terrell Davis MVP, we flicked it up from Sports Illustrated I
was silked out, flossing with Stoute, he had the
'gators When she walked in, she lit up the
room like Las Vegas Terrell said her man's a
fullback for the
Raiders A
drunk who'd fuck cheerleaders and wind up in the
papers It's easy to get the
pussy, just don't fall in love Next thing you know I'm hugged up with this bitch in the
tub Palm Springs, Al Capone's Suite washing her feet Is this love? Somebody's wife fucking a
thug Hitting it raw, tasting it, wilding out of my character Taping it, Tyra Banks face and Faith's lips Giving head like she knew me for years Pillow talk, she let out tears, told me 'bout her husband's affairs Millions she would get if his neck got slit She rolled the
equality, then passed the
lye to me Told me 'bout her man's life insurance policy He stays on the
golf course, wears Le Coq Sportif Evenings he drinks his wines on his private resort You can take him there, here go the
keys, you can slip in the
rear Chop a
nigga up, yo, meet me somewhere So we can make more money, then you could ever see rapping Split the
cash and move to Venezuela, adapting P-11's, ACP shells for blasting Caught him with his Spanish maid He had a
lighter with a
can of spray, burning her legs She tied to the
bed, sex S&M, sadomasochistic Sadistic, yoked her from behind, blew him out existence His maid cried "No", lucky she was blindfold Naked with mad burn marks all on her thighs, yo Twelve point five million, he kept his funds In the
Lloyd's of London, goes to his wife and his children Yo, I
thought "What if shorty gets scared, electric chair's all I
envision All she'll probably get is psychiatric supervision" I
switched the
plan, the
maid flied to Switzerland Fake ID, forged his wife name, catch the
next flight The
same night, headed to Spain, nice game Now we're back to where we meet a-gain Blaze a
50, sit back in a
drop-top Azure Bentley Of course with me, this chick'll make Bobby divorce Whitney Top down, night air blow her hair Sky black, stars glow, the
face on the
moon stare Fast lane on the
nine-five, honey laughs about the
cash Took a
blast out of her coke bag Snorted it, started screaming, yo we almost crashed Earlier I
took the
coke out, replaced it with crushed up glass Her head nodded down to her chest, slowly she fell asleep Overwhelmed by greed, put to death