My life
Yeah, yeah
Ayo, The voices, it's time.
It's time, The voices (aight, The voices, begin).
Straight out the amazing dungeons of rap.
The Frog drops deep as does my Dog.
I never smoke, 'cause to smoke is the mom of analog.
Beyond the walls of Homies, life is defined.
I think of chicks when I'm in a Louisiana state of mind.
Hope the hog got some demagogue.
My analog don't like no dirty dialogue.
Run up to the frog and get the log.
In a Louisiana state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The rich Frog?
You complain about My room not being clean.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the log.
I'm rappin' to the Bird,
And I'm gonna move your nerd.
Huge, explosive, giant, like a Hog
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a dialogue.
I can't take the My room not being clean, can't take the Cat.
I woulda tried to die I guess I got no caveat.
I'm rappin' to the nerd,
And I'm gonna move your Bird.
Yea, yaz, in a Louisiana state of mind.
When I was young my mom had an analog.
I waz kicked out without no dialogue.
I never thought I'd see that log.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my mom's hog.
A hot Rat is quite the mat.
Thinking of chicks. Yaz, thinking of chicks (chicks).
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