I’ll Say Anything

Lyrics

[Intro] Aye aye aye ¿Que paso? Aye, you know, doin' my thing [Verse I] Uno, dos, tres, cuatro... ¿Tu quiero el grande verga from the chocolaté vato? A lot of my partnas, they say I look like Ralo I beat the pussy up, as if I was Héctor Camacho Snatch a bitch cheese from her taco Tell her I'm head honcho. Me need mi dinero, pronto On my huevos, she like cilantro She's kinda weird, so I dropped her ass off on Montrose And there I saw some plump hoes, and I saw some skinny bitches Both sellin' they pussy, I be penny pinchin' Got no time for dick itchin', bitch get in the kitchen And whip somethin' up, but a dick she'd rather suck... For a buck or two, who the fuck are you tellin' her to stop it? I don't buy cock bitch, you got weed? I'll cop it Go 'head and twerk it in my bitch Later on I'll get it wet and sloppy, heh, 'cause I be... [Hook x 2] I be on some pimp type stuff I'll say anything to get a bitch to lick my nuts Be on some pimp type stuff And you know me, I got the weed Come on, let's get high, brah [Verse II] The homie eighty-sixed me sayin' shits and giggles I be sayin' shit to get my bits and kibbles Or Kibbles 'n Bits, nipples and tits Back in the days, yeah my waves had the ripple effect I'll rip off your neck, if you come fuckin' with me 'cause ya gal lickin' my balls and suckin' my D It's rough in the streets, so I just leave 'em alone If I do some dirt, it might be in the woods back home Where it's peaceful at. And the Sweets are fat Back in the black Cadillac, with the beat in the back With a freak rubbin' my sack, just to get my night started Got my pipe hardened, she say she might record it... At the party where we goin' later on She play with my bone to her favorite song She asked if I would try new things Took some Cialis and I gave the bitch some Biotène. Heh [Hook x 2] [Verse III] I roll cigars like I'm Cuban. Serve you a Rick Rubin Richard on rye, dick sandwich, get to chewin' Dude just wanted some head from the stone-cold freak She said without bread, she don't want no meat But I can't give you no bread, not even a end-piece Buyin' pussy kinda trendy, but bitch, it offends me Oh yo, that's your dame brah? Sure you wanna claim her? Nigga, smell my finger, just got through stirrin' that thang up O.G. rap singer, with the gift o' gab Old school type lyrics, like that shit right there And your bitch might stare, when I walk in the place Imagine me pullin' up, shootin' balls in her face I should call it a day, 'cause I'm old an' I'm tired But long as bitches exist and these hoes on Live I'm a ride, hit 'em with the old musket Get the duck sick, and hopefully get both nuts licked (nuts licked). Ha ha [Hook x 2]