19 Grams (feat. Big leader) - Jug Knight

I wanna thank everybody and I love you all right back I walk in Ric Flair'in', long fur coat wearin' Rolex rockin', silk shirt wearin' Silk socks, and balls need to breathe So bitch the draws cotton 'cause you gon' suck me when you leave In a big Benzo on Lorenzos With your homegirl LaQuinta who said she never did but she would try it And now she higher than the fuckin' Hyatt She jet settin', Moët'n, the God blesses Against him prospers no weapon, champaignin' Campaignin', gator shoes high steppin' My dopey eyes just hide behind my Dita frames I heard this nigga say he don't like me, well he the lame It's not your fault, baby We were just here, born to shine I walk with a spot on me, my life's a sax solo The neon sign fritz when I pass in all slo-mo You don't give the nod, you'd rather not even know me 'Cause even me existin' is killing your bitch mojo I dance like a JoJo on blow, I cut a rug to a hole Polo undies got my nuts in a choke I'm often stuck in the smoke, the jukebox cut on Without coins, I'm a magical bloke I'll barracuda you chum for the simple fact that you don't know how to float Another tragedy aborted, I'm a bad news bear, babe I'm armed with a hanger of coats, you'll get poked Now your mom's got a new lease on life, a new hope It's not your fault, baby We were just here, born to shine A nigga like me just pull up, flight club, foreign or domestic International player but also locally respected Savannah Chitlin pimpin', drippin' and stankin' like the deuce do Since baby needed pampers and that Laker needed them new shoe' Make 'em call me B.B. King because I give that bitch the blues Now she down on bended knee because she wanna lick the jewels And I'm slick, 'bout to run up in her smooth with this dick Take a couple polaroids to capture the mo-moment Now she's caught up in the rapture of this mackin', where your ho went? In the back of the Cadillac, she gaggin', ass and titties showin' As a matter I'm 'bout to splash her with this Billy Ocean And watch her rub it on her face, I call it Johnson's baby lotion It's not your fault, baby We were just here, born to shine Kill Bill-in' up this whole damn house and shine Steppin' over you fuck boy clowns and shine Hey! Like Mr. Brown and shine I'm moonwalkin', wanna kiss myself and shine (shine) Hugh Heffin' all your bitches out and shine Shine Shine Shine Shine