Ninety One

Lyrics

[Verse 1] They say Bronson disappeared like the AIDS from Magic Johnson's dick Truth be told, I been rehearsing for a role But daddy back, the Cadillac could fit like eighty Shaqs Eleven baby MACs, five Scud missiles Let the cocodrillo tongue kiss you (Mwah) You'll meet the afterlife with one whistle, you and whoever run with you Someone'll have to come and get you, but they can't 'Cause you turned to ketchup while I'm chilling, eating speca (Peppers) Pickled in vinegar, your bitch look likе Forest Whitaker In the moviе where he played a general Every ocean is my fuckin' swimming pool If there's waves breaking on the shore, I'm swinging through Land Rover 110, beluga blue Never been polluted with the flu (Nope) Press the pedal of the Porsche with no shoe, diamond studded horseshoe You pussies sweeter than corn soup Every day I wake up to the tender sound of war flute Catch me on tour, boo [Bridge] I got love - Have a talk! [Verse 2] Ninth inning, they call me Wild Thing (Wild Thing) Gotta understand, baby, the boy Bronson on some X File ting They showed my face on the screen at the Garden, everybody screamed That shit's retarded, I'm just an artist Now the speedboat like thirty seven feet long, everybody got loafers on My shorty saying that I should sleep more (No!) Tell the chick to take a detour, I need to hit the streets more I need to see more, jump in and out of orange Z4s That's zero G force, motherfucker Your money smaller than a seahorse (Small) You never even had a conversation with the street boss Ah, shit... fuck happened?