Made You Shit Your Pants

Lyrics

[Copywrite] My next album's gonna come with lotion, home skillet You can go fuck yourself if you don't feel it All it took is liquor, marijuana, six strippers in a sauna Pen and pad, now I got buzz quicker than Nirvana First, you non-violent, now you in your verse wildin'? Your only criminal record is BDP's first album Cop purple haze and be the first to blaze When cops roll up everybody in my circle stays Fuck your baby mama on Mother's Day Dump my blunt ashes in that bitch's purse When she turn her head the other way I'm foul, and don't give a shit what a motherfucka say Live it up till each minutes up we might not get another day In a truck, tinted up, yeah It's rented but This chick won't know that, till after she licks my bozack!!! Get my Prozac, I'm like Tony Soprano The way I kill Big Pussy and my bitch don't know that They shootin'! Aww, made you shit your pants Better call your bitch, forget your mans Stickin' his honey, playboy she mine now Where my Weathermen at? Follow the dime cloud They shootin'! Aww, made you shit your pants Better call your bitch, forget your mans Stickin' his honey, playboy she mine now Where my Weathermen at? Follow the dime cloud [Yak Ballz] First name Yakko, what you know about Yak though? Weathermen, prime specimen with my pants low See this is where the barkin' stops And my dogs need to show, walkin' my shit to the parkin' lot Whoa, they shootin' aww, we made it hot, fuck it But we encouragin' sprayin' the cops Trust me dog you don't want no bad blood between us I'm movin' up you still play the back of the club I'm ballin, you pourin' you starvin' like orphans, you punks We warrin', you fallin' and sleepin' in coffins, you front I change your fate ain't nuthin' changed that my claim Hittin' stars like it ain't a thang We ghetto entrepreneurs, rap connoisseurs Who like our weed with crystals in it and our women on all fours So let the truth be told, haters can hate me now But save the drama for a movie role Police shootin'! Aww we made it hot They got the bomb squad, and raidin' with SWAT Don't make a motherfucka break your locks, playa Right where the robbery's at; scene of the crime's at They shootin'! Aww we made it hot They got the bomb squad, and raidin' with SWAT Don't make a motherfucka break your locks, playa Right where the robbery's at; scene of the crime's at [Cage] P.S.K. playin' I'm saying neurotic shit Y'all look to the clouds, asked for the Weather and got it Whether I'm potted or blotted out of this orbit, absorb shit Cause only five percent don't really want to be corporate! Most of y'all favorite artists made y'all slaves to garbage The influence'll drop, they rape the carcass Then it's off to the livin' for cannibalism, no kidding Cause rap is dying and they ain't make no ribbon I'm thinkin' of the stress, and the air I breathe through Drugs don't fund terrorists, SUV's do! But y'all don't want me to point it out I'm assuming Just remember to turn on and tune out, after you tune in!