Lil Sally

[Verse 1] When I think about pops Imma give him his props He hid in the crops from the Klan I ran from the cops But Imma draw this line right here No more running we the top cops You a nightcrawler I'm bout to smack you on a hook I'm a fisherman with a book On how to pick the wicked out a small pack of jewels Smoking pot and drinking booze but I ain't slipping Lucifer I'm not Sicilian so you get no kisses for your wickedness You die I'm not the kitten I'm the lion Recognize the sabbath, Rastafari Holla if you hear me, know we're coming from a long way Young hustling, struggling to get the play Lock the door school is in And the teacher is the planet Earth And the eviler men who decide what your life is worth Cause of the morning star Lil Sally selling sugarless candy But Lil Sally ain't working at the candy store Did she know her daddy? No He didn't know his old man either He died about six years back in a cornfield Killed by a preacher who came neo-Nazi Hold up Lock the door and call hip-hop Here we go Here-here we go From my daddy nut sack, out my momma's bow Flintown, Michigan, America, planet Earth The place that tried to lock me up and try break me down The place that make me rough, rugged, and raw Place that made me yup yup yup yes yall Simmer down rude boy, don't act rude Jump on the dance floor and grab the groove Grab some ass and try to shoot a few moves Don't mess with us (and we won't mess with you) Don't act like no wife beater Cause I'm a London fog in which I conceal a big heater And I'm not talking about no pistola I'm talking about the heart of a Conquistador, Zulu warrior Blood of vikings and African kings I'm just chilling Smoking trees, sipping yak Give me dap, holler back Charlie Mac [Hook] I know they know we know they know how to do it (x4) [Verse 2] Look I be missing my momma I ain't seen her in years I be trying to cry, but I don't got no tears All I know is the streets and how to make a few ends I got dreams of living large and playing the Benz But my life is Wonder who I can blame When I look in the mirror All I see is the game I pray to the lord to please guide my path He says be quick to listen and slow to wrath And wait for Moses to drop his staff And spit the (?) So you can walk that path back to the truth G Or be a cut throat addicted to weed smoke Seven in one stroke with twelve months to go Pushups got you (?) You know you better get some mail today Before you prolong you stay But then you don't need no shank though You beating fools down until they're bloody Then you gon' go for their buddies See them hoes ain't nothing but coca like (?) you joker You told them not to test your game But (?) you rip the meat up off their chest Resisting arrest Worse than David Banner and the Incredibles Welcome to the killer whale Cousin to cocaine you unforgettable You like the sight of blood, they call you Congo child You an upper, a downer, an all-arounder And if you get apprehended I bet you'll be (?) [Hook] (x6)