Kimbo Slice - Rexx Life Raj

One more word, I’ma call Joog Knight, huh, that’s my mans

Boy, he’ll beat a nigga ass like Kimbo Slice, huh, he got hands

TSA frisked me, they said I got something in my jeans, uh, big bands

Baby girl on me a little too trunky for me, damn, call Lance

You be talking big, ain’t down for the ride

Feeling like the Mafia when we go mob

I be with some killers, I be really outside

Shoot him out the driver’s seat and let him ghost-ride

Sing to the women, I’m fat Maxwell

Man wanna see me in a big black cell

He was in the life like Johnny Manziel

'Til they hit him up like Blu Cantrell

Niggas send hate from their bitch house, huh

I’m in Hollywood in the penthouse, huh

Baby girl mad that I won’t fuck her

I don’t give dick on a discount, damn

Funny how I’m eating more than I ever ate, but you check a nigga plate and I

slimmed down, uh

If you owe me money, better skip town, look

Niggas getting frisked extra down, huh

Facts

One more word, I’ma call Joog Knight, huh, that’s my mans

Boy, he’ll beat a nigga ass like Kimbo Slice, huh, he got hands

TSA frisked me, they said I got something in my jeans, uh, big bands

Baby girl on me a little too trunky for me, damn, call Lance (Facts)

Dirty Ls

Whip that bitch like I feel rollers on my tail

Spinning corners

Dirty Ls

Whip that bitch like I feel rollers on my tail

On my tail

Dirty Ls

Whip that bitch like I feel rollers on my tail

Spinning corners

Dirty Ls

Whip that bitch like I feel rollers on my tail

Whip that bitch like I feel rollers— (Look)

Ayy, we in a breeze

Lonestar boy like Vietnamese

Beat a nigga ass like a young Mike Tyson

You a Roy Jones Jr., nigga, weak in the knees

Put some bass in your voice when you speaking to me

I ain’t tripping 'less somebody give me reason to be

You ain’t tough like you talk and I’m very certain

You a Tweeting nigga, you a scary Persian

With the inside scoop, but never in person

Ring-side head-ass, Larry Merchant

You a Howard Cosell, walking folk tale

Halfway gangster, shit look wholesale, huh

Wishing on the star it go well, huh

'Til somebody like us had enough of it

Sock a nigga in the neck for the fuck of it

Beat a nigga nickname off, what’s his government?

One more word, I’ma call Joog Knight, huh, that’s my mans

Boy, he’ll beat a nigga ass like Kimbo Slice, huh, he got hands

TSA frisked me, they said I got something in my jeans, uh, big bands

Baby girl on me a little too trunky for me, damn, call Lance (Facts)

Dirty Ls

Whip that bitch like I feel rollers on my tail

Spinning corners

Dirty Ls

Whip that bitch like I feel rollers on my tail

On my tail

Dirty Ls

Whip that bitch like I feel rollers on my tail

Spinning corners

Dirty Ls

Whip that bitch like I feel rollers on my tail

Whip that bitch like I feel rollers—