Story Behind the Song
w00t, I'm made of w00d. I like f00d, and my f00ts smell good.
Lyrics
Intro: Yo. This is a shout out to all the mofos out there who have had their monies eaten by public telephones
): In my crib I was chillin and my belly needed fillin so I got in the car and sped like a villin
the was castin this nasty ass rash speed down the 6 klapow, crash
on foot I kept goin even though it was snowin. The wind, it was blowin, but there I was showin old man winter where he stood, don't fuck with me in my hood
): i poped out my glock as i headed to Sam for Pizza and ice cream and probably a cam.....ra to sight the fucked po po at the do
chorus: Gimme all yo monies, Gimme all yo monies, Gimme all yo monies or PK PK PK! (repeat once more)
I want a coke and a personal pan pie, yo, and show me to my seat fo' I beat you senseless for dissin me and my personal pie better be read-y not too long from now or I'll show you how you can shit from another hole in that huge ass of yours
chorus: Gimme all yo monies, Gimme all yo monies, Gimme all yo monies or PK PK PK! (repeat once more)
): for the hoes of this city and the shitty pitty that is you, you fucked with my food now the fuckin is true, you family's goin down, i will bury all three your wife your kids and your shity ass): homey
my pizza is cold, and I think I have told you before, you damn whore, not to fuck with me, bitch. Abercrombie and Fitch sucks, motherfucker
sucker and the money spent goes to me, you thought you were smart, your not smart, fart, shopping cart of a face man. you can run but you can't can can like me
): In comes the man, and he's dressed in blue, I then knew I was in for a beating, so I ended this meeting. Afraid of Whitey, I flee, silently
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