hittin' hustlas Beat the draws off of ya Knowledge While my shit be flawless Dope house records step into my office [chorus: spm] {lord loco talking] It's ya boy lord loco
mug I rock, like MTV unplugged let the M-1 rock one of you fucks I gives a fuck about who catches a slug or who tells 'cause the kid got money for
to make you proud So you can tell all yo friends what the fuss about Catch the extra ordinary kid on the corner The neighborhood, next door kid from
Now I think I'm cool cause I got a pair of shoes A mug dog, a jacket with a Polo logo My cup always filled with Henny So no Four Loco They should know
It's not a rumor that kid Akala No, not Ackala, beg ya pardon Don't get it twisted Your on the sideline like a mistress I'm the whizz kid with the sick
name is Busta My name is Tonia, my name is Busta My name is Dianna, my is Busta And what do you take me for the little loco push over No shame in my
shit Little nigga loco, catchin' bodies on a solo Props for killin' cops I'm hellbound I'm on a motherfuckin' mission, I'm goin' at it You want a freestyle kid
getcha, once I gotcha, I gatcha You could never capture the Method Man's stature For rhyme and for rapture, got niggaz resigning Now master my style? Never I put the buck in the wild kid
Cam'ron: Yo, who wanna rump wit' us, bump wit' us, guns a buss It's fun to us, run to us, pump, jump, come, yuh tough I'm a loco head, that leave you
the three of the horniest devils I'm not violent j but I'm a psychopathic rebel Just a bud smokin panty feelin' p-town kid Got a 77 slant nose v-dub biatch
the three of the horniest devils I'm not Violent J but I'm a psychopathic rebel Just a bud smokin panty feelin' P-Town kid Got a '74 slant nose V-dub
Yo it's the return (uh-huh) Parrish Smith and Erick Serm' Kid don't mess with fire because you will get burned Cause we earn respective checks, regulated
: parrish smith Peace to the posse, yeah ok you got me Another rap chumpie about to o.d. Beat fanatic fiend from the hard scene You know the kid in the
we explode on sight Keep on talking shit if you're looking for fight Your mouth keeps moving but all I hear is noise If you're fucking with the gringo loco
explode on sight Keep on talkin'g shit if you're looking for fight Your mouth keeps moving but all I hear is noise If you're fucking with the gringo loco
I slap then stomp Then what's to stop my .40 glock from rumblin' your calm streets? I'm troubled when I on deep, loco enough for Dolo Blow holes in
O.N. Guaranteed it would be O.N., I could see your kint Crouched up over in a humble position Praying hard oh my god if he only would listen Somos poco pero locos
