Blowin Up Like You Thought I Would

why stop now when my hands on the plow bringing people together so why do I even bother the streets have good peeps just ask Robin Leeche remember when you would take family and friends searching for the latest trends just chilling in my Benz ya it all looks good in the hood as things make peace going come straight up from my dancing feet believe it i'm a leader never a follower so why I even bother ya onto the extreme people can be mean sipping on my coca cola sorry that I know ya life is best busy when your making other plans should i stop now it only does depend Blowin up like you thought i would I'm on point with this dope joint smoking fat blunts in high school chilling with the tunes of Huey Lewis and the news Drake is the true big mac attack yet we over react with the new style of Eminem but that white dude is still my friend got hustlers want to burn me hoochies want to do me stand back in my sand box like that bitch Goldilocks just a straight up shooter have your pets spayed and nuetered got some dear friends whom I can depend I'm ya biggest fan just sticking it to the man so see ya on the flip side squeeze out spreading the disease Blowin up like you thought i would with loose lips sinks ships take some time to move those hips no one today gives a shit cause they got me in a bind so kiss my fat behind woman can feel the breeze of a nice Keith Sweat I bet your sorry that we met three minutes Dougie Fresh your on now is the end of this song still can't we all just get along flirting with fire blazing in its natural desire going to take you higher Trump comb over is president but he doesn't take residency in my heart cause he's a no it all never will you see him busting loose down at your neighborhood mall