
Fuzzy Dice Balls
by Joey Trap
[Intro]
n*gga, I'm off so many pills right now
Grape juice, n*gga, wok
I feel like Slump God in this b*tch
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
[Chorus : Comethazine]
No boof when the baby go old school; '92 fuzzy dice ball like a snool
Boof'd out, boof pack, in the boof, ice on my wrist like hand on my tool. Turn a n*gga to a running back, pus*y pop it for a couple back
[Verse 1 : Comethazine]
Do-rag feeling like a bow-wow, make a pus*y run from the pounce-out
pus*y come around like she bounce-out
Old school G with the bop-out
Make a n*gga hot like the cops out
I f*cked on that bih' then I hopped out. (ayy)
I can only f*ck with a model bih
Money be fatter than a hippopotamus
All of my n*ggas from the bottom, bih'
Leave a hole in a n*gga like, "Who shot you bih'?" (yuh)
Leave a n*gga toes like a strudel
Your bih' pick my bone like a poodle
[Chorus : Comethazine]
No boof when the baby go old school; '92 fuzzy dice ball like a snool
Boof'd out, boof pack, in the boof, yes, ice on my wrist like hand on my tool. Turn a n*gga into a running back, pus*y pop it for a couple back
[Verse 2 : Joey Trap]
Bih' in a coupe got a [?] full of "Ooo"
Like a boy run up on the deck (that's me!)
Gotta a couple thousand lookin for uh
If you see a girl I'm bout to tag
Take a lotta acid and say I'm on that trip
I'mma gone hunnas and do a n*gga crib
Run up on a n*gga then you boutta meet a tip
'Cuz you know four cops banging on sh*t
Like deep in that submarine
You say you hot, but you a wannabe
Hate when they run from me, turn down that [?] in that [?]
She in my limousine, poppin promethazine --- me and comethazine sleepy, yuh
Poke with that nicotine, head like a guillotine, she watching TV, she freaky, yuh
Work. Whole lotta peoples got work
Pull up, put you on a shirt
Pull up, put you in the dirt
Mad cause your bank account
Do like [?] my n*ggas is evil [?]
My money is [?] now I feel like "ooo"
[Outro : Joey Trap]
K, now, your girlfriend told me she like how i'm rappin'
Wait
Look like chicken noodle
My di*k getting sucked like chapstick
Now, look at my [?], funny like, "mmm"
f*ck on your girl, sippin henney like "mmm"
I change my flow, I got plenty like "mmm"
Talkin' bout guns we got plenty like "mmm"
I got a thir-ty clip
I got a thir-ty clip (I got a thir-ty)
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