Paroles de Supaman de Christian Rich, RZA

She tryin to run some game on me
She tryin' to turn me on even when our game is off
She was hard at it, but her brain was soft
I came queen, but I stained the cloth
No chain to the bed moving slow as sloth
Nickel bad rock'n'roll track in the back rounds
Now my choice, nobody is love that sound
Around like the Mary go, like the fairies
Take a day off like Ferris Bueller nigga
Lay up inside the Paris Hilton, executive deluxe suits
Smackin' on her butt cheeks if you listen close
You can her butt speak,
Squeak squeak squeak
F*ck the motherf*cker
They can't touch me
Simple sign go on the
So you wanna hear some rhymin'
Bong bong, here I am
Sazaam, man
Supaman
Goddamn!

The crew consist of lifers
Three time strikers
Niggas, spending vacations in rifers
My bitches they go f*ck the forty vipers
Stkateborders now like us
No true is like us
Tryin' to have a tape, tryin' to simulate
Their words they don't penetrate
Their heads don't stimulate
Money G is on the whip,
Hundred bees in the club
Hundred dogs in my club,
Hundred hoes on the struck,
Hundred days around the world,
Five one hundred ways
You say I love my girl
A hundred shuts before I earl,
Hundred rocks around the pearl
Money can't stopping be ..
Hundred blocks of my hood, ..
Escaping green .. and can't stop
My bitch asking mine so asking this
Simple sign and call the pipe and
Tell you wanna hear some lightment
Hahaha, bong bong
Girl I am Sazaam nigga, Supaman
Damn!


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