Sometimes I rhyme slow sometimes I rhyme quick, I was on 125 and St.Nick
I said 'Whoa, little hottie, I'm not DeLorean, Gambino or Gotti. I don't deal coke, And furthermore you're making me broke. I'll put you in a rehab and I won't tell your folks.' And what do you know, In 18 months she came home, And I let her back in... And now she's sniffing again.
I left my Phillie at home, Do you have another? I wanna get blunted, my brother.
