Holla 4 Madonna

A gangster in a hotub in the midst of drama

The bullets hit the water, make it look just like a sauna

Some holla for Madonna, man

Some holla for their momma

9 times out of 10 they never knew who shot them

A gangster in a hotub in the midst of drama

The bullets hit the water, make it look just like a sauna

Some holla for Madonna, man

Some holla for their momma

9 times out of 10 they never knew who shot them

I let the dice roll, when my life on the roll

Get paid with the stage with the mic control

I'm pro and all official, I'll ball witchu

All my problems off a thizzle, a small little

I'm a boo but cool and calm you know that's me

I tell them Miami thing about to throw that d

And a home philly east until she roll that weed

But she can shoot with the breeze it's nothing to quease

Like a sneeze I'm blessed

So you can excuse me, I'm too busy watching hoes poppin' their coochie

Oh yeah I can see why you call me breezy

My 'ginese connections got deals on QDs

The rookie of the year man, pullin' a flukey

I feel to do the right thing but I aint moving

A man of my action, go ahead and act

I'm passionate and rappin' with a west coast accent

My homies to the point when they speak to women

And we still conversatin' so we keep it pimpin

I been breaking rules all my life

Seventh grade in the back room chocolate type

I need paper, hey, up in a major way

I won't cater a player for those that hatin' the game

I say later don't look at this as doing me a favor

I made a pact with my home boys to keep it player

Refrain

Yo this is the take off, and yo baby this is the bake off

Sirloin beef with the A1 steak sauce

I got it going on acting like a love jones

Turn like a cyclone, bust with the lights on

I hit the scene like Peppy La pui

I'm in a double vested suit that I copped from Lou

I'm from the X generation, crime location

Turn down your invitation to your radio station

Move like a cobra gone from the rollas

It's just like the hunt for the red October

Some pit-bull terrier from the Ronald Regan era

And me and my players keep it cold as the Sierra

We dress like it's GQ magazine and the homies said he gotta keep a magazine

And this freak said she see me in the magazine

So we broke down jaw on the magazine

My sugar heel and under field with 4 wheels

And driving with my knees so that we don't spill

I'm going at you gator on your izod sweater

And broke cats say there aint nothing like cheddar

They bomb first and say I'm caught up in the wrong curse

And I never get to kick it with the god flirt

And when I ask why, it was an alibi

They took my wings so an angel like me couldn't fly

And I wonder why

Refrain