I have a question to ask - Cheeseekit

A wannabe gangster Thinkin' he's a wise guy Rob another bank He's a sock 'em in the eye guy Tank head Mr Bonnie and Clyde guy Lock him in the eye He's not my kinda guy Never wanna be Confusion proof Pudding's sweet But too aloof Orange eye girl With blackslide Dew said Yo homie Who you talkin' to A backed up paddywagon Mackin' on a cat's ass One upper cut To the cold upper middle class Born to storm On boredom's face And a little lust To the funky ass Flea bass Most in the race Just loose their grace The blackest hole In all of space Crooked as a hooker Now suck my thumb Anybody wanna come get some If you have to ask You'll never know Funky motherfuckers Will not be told to go If you have to ask You'll never know Funky motherfuckers Will not be told to go (oh woh woh) Don't ask me why I'm flying so high Mr Bubble meets superfly In my third eye Searching for a soul bride She's my freakette Soak it up inside Deeper than a secret Much more Than meets the eye To the funk I fall into my new ride My hand my hand My hand my hand Magic on the one Is a medicine man Thinkin' of a few Taboos that I ought to kill Dancin' on their face Like a stage on Vaudeville I feel so good Can't be understood Booty of a hoodlum Rockin' my red hood If you have to ask You'll never know Funky motherfuckers Will not be told to go If you have to ask You'll never know Funky motherfuckers Will not be told to go (oh woh woh)

Check it out Here's a penny for your thoughts, a nicklebag of bliss An M-16 with eighteen clips I'm all set to bust, treacherous Illustrious, homie don't question us Just ask yourself the question How many hoes can I fuck in one night? Just ask yourself the question, nigga How many niggaz can I blast on sight? I'm ferocious, and you knows this nigga Bitches wear skirts, shake ass and bump I pop pistols, that's all I do I pop one at him and pop two at you I'm illusive, I'ma glutton Pistol popping activist with the key to the bucket I rip your pockets of the side of your pants You glare to the side and you glance, I'm in my G-force stance How the fuck you make it this far? No matter where you at, or who you are People treat me like Kareem Abdul Jabbar I hear ooh's and aah's when I jumps in my car Just from last night you can tell That I'm addicted to the fast life Shouts out to my homeboys Mad and Quell You go on and fuck Misty, while I fuck Michelle Just ask yourself the question How many hoes can I fuck in one night? Just ask yourself the question How many niggaz can I blast on sight? Just ask yourself the question Is it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck? Just ask yourself the question I don't know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us What you wanna do, penetrate me? Bump my crib? Bust and fuck my bitch, nigga? I never thought a nigga would trip Off a little piece of ass that he know he could get Any day (any day) and any time (any time) You'se a vegetarian (what?), I like beef, turkey and pork Fish and chips, chips and dip Fuck it, hand me my knife and my fork I'm not too picky nigga, Kurupt young Gotti A.K.A. Low Ricky nigga (what up momma?) Substantialar, tyrannosaurus, gigantic titanic tarantula. On a creep homie, wake up Don't sleep homie, supposed to know it Look, I'm hazardous to health, nigga, bitch, nigga Don't ask me shit 'till you ask yourself What the fuck is up? Man life's a bitch You gotta put your pistol to the sky, Kill a million motherfuckers and get high in order to be cool Man, you'se a motherfucking fool (speak to these niggaz) I thought the same way, back in the days Young, with a lack on daily things Never thought too much, homie, never trip I got drunk as fuck, the homies blaze sticks Look out for them niggaz out to get you So (?) forgetting to tank your pistol with you (your pistol nigga) Niggaz get swallowed in the game I cock and bust hollows to peer, duck and frame Yo nigga, that shit sounds like I did it Don't blaze the (?) without the (?) Niggaz look like they're doped up like tired bitches With the eyes wide gone you spit the hard boom Wiping shit the fuck out like typhoons With the little homeboys, T-bone and cartoons Motherfucker don't ask me for shit Fuck everything you believe in, little bitch Just ask yourself the question How many hoes can I fuck in one night? Just ask yourself the question How many niggaz can I blast on sight? Just ask yourself the question Is it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck? Just ask yourself the question I don't know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us What, what?

I have a song to sing, O! (Sing me your song, O!) It is sung to the moon by a love-lorn loon Who fled from the mocking throng-o It's the song of a merry man moping mum Whose soul was sad and whose glance was glum Who sipped no sup and who craved no crumb As he sighed for the love of a lady. Hey-di, hey-di, misery me, lack-a-day-de He sipped no sup and he craved no crumb As he sighed for the love of a lady. I have a song to sing, O! (What is your song, O?) It is sung with the ring of the songs maids sing Who loved with a love life-long-o It's a song of a merry maid peerly proud Who loved a lord and who laughed aloud At the moan of the merry man moping mum Whose soul was sad and whose glance was glum Who sipped no sup and who craved no crumb As he sighed for the love of a lady. Hey-di, hey-di, misery me, lack-a-day-de He sipped no sup and he craved no crumb As he sighed for the love of a lady. I have a song to sing, O! (Sing me your song, O) It is sung to the knell of a church-yard bell And a doleful dirge ding-dong o It's a song of a popinjay bravely born Who turned up his noble nose with scorn At the humble merry maid peerly proud Who loved a lord and who laughed aloud At the moan of a merry man moping mum Whose soul was sad and whose glance was glum Who sipped no sup and who craved no crumb As he sighed for the love of a lady. Hey-di, hey-di, misery me, lack-a-day-de He sipped no sup and he craved no crumb As he sighed for the love of a lady. I have a song to sing, O! (I have a song to sing) I have a song to sing-o! It is sung with a sigh and a tear in the eye for it tells of a righted wrong-o It's a song of the merry maid once so gay Who turned on her heel and tripped away From the peacock popinjay bravely born Who turned up his noble nose with scorn At the humble heart that he did not prize So she begged on her knees with downcast eyes For the love of the merry man moping mum Whose soul was sad and whose glance was glum Who sipped no sup and who craved no crumb As he sighed for the love of a lady. Hey-di, hey-di, misery me, lack-a-day-de, His pains were o'er and he sighed no more For he lived in the love of a lady. Hey-di, hey-di, his pains were o'er And he sighed no more For he lived in the love of a lady.

I got a hankering to have a Christmas fling it's true And the holidays are hollier and jollier with you True love is feasible Even if it's only seasonal And nothin' would be finer than you kissin' me While old Saint Nick come down the chimney I gotta do a little shoppin' then I plan on stoppin' by Wearing mistletoe suspenders and a peppermint bow tie So I'm hoping that you're in the mood And at the risk of seeming oh so crude I got a hankering to have a Christmas fling with you I gotta do a little shoppin' then I plan on stoppin' by Wearing mistletoe suspenders and a peppermint bow tie oh my So I'm hoping that you're in the mood And at the risk of seeming oh so crude I got a hankering, a hankering, a hankering to have a Christmas fling with you with you La da da da da da da da da da da da La da da da da da da da da da da da La da

I got a question... I got a question When the police gon' stop pressing me? When my bitch gon' stop stressing me, second guessing me? Will the truth really set you free? I got a question When them boys gon' stop pressing me? When my girls gon' stop stressing me, second guessing me? Will the truth really set you free? I got a question Look, when them boys gonna stop pressing me? Can't they tell I'm 'bout my business I'm G Hova, you my witness See me making shit like uh for my motherfuckin' children Gotta pay out all commissions, gotta get it, obtain the vision Homies switching, shit getting different I'm making executive decisions To a broke boy I never listen Fuck your permission And 4 Hunnid niggas in the building now Oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord, oh, oh, oh Lord Bitch we go hard, go hard, go hard To all my niggas above the law Cause we don't really fuck with 'em Nah, my niggas really from the streets You know they like to blast on blacks And act like they badge was given from God That's why I gotta stay with my heat I got a question When the police gon' stop pressing me? When my bitch gon' stop stressing me, second guessing me? Will the truth really set you free? I got a question When them boys gon' stop pressing me? When my girls gon' stop stressing me, second guessing me? Will the truth really set you free? I got a question Like, when my bitch gon' stop pressing me? Okay i didn't mean to fuck her, I just had to get my nut off She was trucking, I was drunk (She was a bad motherfucker) That shouldn't even count though Cause I told you I caught that body, that's trust You shouldn't count those See me on my bumper 'bout me, barely checking in I be on my business making sure them checks is in She thinks things is changing, she notice we barely fucking I come and go, when I, when I want, I'm steady hustling Get the dough, young nigga get the dough Young nigga, young nigga get the dough Uh, she tell me "Work with me" I tell her "Bitch I work the night shift" She tell me "Don't fight the feeling" Bitch I'd rather fight She like, "this ain't love, how you do me is fucked up Even when I'm fucked up" Damn I got a question When the police gon' stop pressing me? When my bitch gon' stop stressing me, second guessing me? Will the truth really set you free? I got a question Woah When them boys gon' stop pressing me? When my girls gon' stop stressing me, second guessing me? Will the truth really set you free? I got a question What's my name hoe? I got a few questions, I'mma pick your brain ho I'm bulletproof flexing, I'mma switch the lingo I'm Piru flexing, all my niggas bang though (Suwoo) That's right, no question nigga Shoot first, ask questions second nigga Got seventeen answers if you test me nigga Got a question, why the fuck you yapping nigga Don't talk too much mind your business nigga Hoes talk too much, tryna quiz a nigga Singing cream, getting money like RZA nigga Got a question, who the fuck is these niggas? We don't talk, we don't fuss like, we don't bark or argue Got that point forward like LaMarcus Aldridge Top back as I ride in the RR Got a question, what car I'mma drive tomorrow? Lord, blah, Tunechi Damn I got a question Yeah When the police gon' stop pressing me? YG, fuck with me When my bitch gon' stop stressing me, second guessing me? Will the truth really set you free? I got a question I got a question When them boys gon' stop pressing me? When my girls gon' stop stressing me, second guessing me? Will the truth really set you free? I got a question

Land of the free, home of the brave Have you ever asked yourself how'd it get that way? Times are a changin', El Presidente has lost his mind Everything's upside down and that just ain't right You don't like our country You don't like the flag I bet you think that we give a damn about that There's a million pissed off rednecks just like me And we're all sick aned tired of this bull shit on TV I guess you didn't know that you don't mess with General Lee If you have the right to burn my flag Than I have the right to kick your ass You don't like our traditions, you say we've done you wrong Why don't you pack up your bags and take your ass back home 'Cause this is my home and son, I'm mad as hell I think whopin' your ass is worth a couple nights in jail There's a million pissed off rednecks just like me And we're all sick and tired of this bull shit called PC I guess you didn't know but you don't mess with General Lee If you have the right to burn my flag Than I have the right to kick your ass If you have the right to burn my flag Than I have the right to kick your ass There's a million pissed off rednecks just like me And we're all sick and tired of this bull shit on TV I guess you didn't know but you don't mess with General Lee If you have the right to burn my flag Than I have the right to kick your ass If you have the right to burn my flag Than I have the right to kick your ass