this nigga done took the whole page up/
all we need is to build a stage up and unleash these bars from where they caged us/
in this day and age whats mine is mine and whats yours is mine/
i swore my kind was was tortured, lines slashed in the backs/
is where they purin' wine -that is a fact-i'm graspin my sack/
i need a couple skee's with double D's and fat in the back/
give me a lapdance and sit her cat in my lap/
i practice to slap niggas with a punchin' bag/
i'm workin my biceps- doin swats and crunchin abs/
tell ya mama to pack you a luncheon bag/