aL-bee DAT!
Posted: Sat Nov 13, 2010 3:44 am
Yo, turn my keyboard up…
I'm still drunk
Stompin limbs with muddy Timbs like welcome mats in door ways
With foreplay still on my slacks for four days
From when I horse-played with centerfolds outta Source page
Jackin’ off to porno flicks of Swedish chicks from Norway
I know yall intelligent hicks will never get it
Clueless bitches.. fartin’ in elevators like “Who did it?”
Smoke and booze wit it Keepin’ my draws loose fitted
For when my wife get stingy wit clit like Jews hit it
Still I stay peelin’ the skins like baked potatoes
Blow up them fake hoes that shake those
Asses on TV like religious cults in Wako
Hater? You can say so Cause Fat chicks I date those
Can’t take those whose panty hose size less than a 28 yo!
But that’s just me You can’t trust me in a dope truck
I drink and drive too much Catch me doin’ donuts
In a Town n’ Country Chrysler skiddin’ in mini vans
When I put it in third gear I can drift with any man
Can’t swallow your pride so the dirt in my style chokes ya
Wakin’ up in the morning to Folgers and Al Rocker
Takin’ a toke off the swisher sweet still in my P.J.’s
Got damn I’m ashamed, been writin’ this verse for three days
My sheets sprayed with Lysol for what I do when the lights off
A recovering addict so I’m sniffin’ bottles of Pine Sol
302 lbs of mass kid, I’m the last kid to get his ass kicked
Come back like “Nam-myoho-renge-kyo” Angela Bassett
Period stains on a pissy mattress from a fat bytch
That I just happened to perform a series of sex acts with
My middle name must be.. “He ain’t shyt”
Cause every time I hit the streets niggaz be like “He aint shyt”…
aL-bee dat, aL bee dat, aL bee dat, aL bee dat
My first name must be.. “Fuck U”
Cause every time I make’em mad dem niggaz be like “Fuuck U”…
aL-bee dat, aL bee dat, aL bee dat, aL bee dat
(*Hook insert from Redman)
Damn my under arms stink like I been I stranded on a Carnival Cruise Line with no runnin water. 
I'm still drunk
Stompin limbs with muddy Timbs like welcome mats in door ways
With foreplay still on my slacks for four days
From when I horse-played with centerfolds outta Source page
Jackin’ off to porno flicks of Swedish chicks from Norway
I know yall intelligent hicks will never get it
Clueless bitches.. fartin’ in elevators like “Who did it?”
Smoke and booze wit it Keepin’ my draws loose fitted
For when my wife get stingy wit clit like Jews hit it
Still I stay peelin’ the skins like baked potatoes
Blow up them fake hoes that shake those
Asses on TV like religious cults in Wako
Hater? You can say so Cause Fat chicks I date those
Can’t take those whose panty hose size less than a 28 yo!
But that’s just me You can’t trust me in a dope truck
I drink and drive too much Catch me doin’ donuts
In a Town n’ Country Chrysler skiddin’ in mini vans
When I put it in third gear I can drift with any man
Can’t swallow your pride so the dirt in my style chokes ya
Wakin’ up in the morning to Folgers and Al Rocker
Takin’ a toke off the swisher sweet still in my P.J.’s
Got damn I’m ashamed, been writin’ this verse for three days
My sheets sprayed with Lysol for what I do when the lights off
A recovering addict so I’m sniffin’ bottles of Pine Sol
302 lbs of mass kid, I’m the last kid to get his ass kicked
Come back like “Nam-myoho-renge-kyo” Angela Bassett
Period stains on a pissy mattress from a fat bytch
That I just happened to perform a series of sex acts with
My middle name must be.. “He ain’t shyt”
Cause every time I hit the streets niggaz be like “He aint shyt”…
aL-bee dat, aL bee dat, aL bee dat, aL bee dat
My first name must be.. “Fuck U”
Cause every time I make’em mad dem niggaz be like “Fuuck U”…
aL-bee dat, aL bee dat, aL bee dat, aL bee dat
(*Hook insert from Redman)
Damn my under arms stink like I been I stranded on a Carnival Cruise Line with no runnin water. 
Flip you brought a tear to my eye dawg. 
