Bananzaman About ME lyrics

First things first - I poppa all the freaks and the honeys,
Dummies - and the playboy bunnies,
All those who wantin’ money,
Those the ones I hate ‘cause they got no realization’,
But altercation, its useless cause theres no collaboration,
Do I sway, in any kinda weather,
Heart throb, never, black and cold as ever,
However, I stay in touch in down to the roots,
I got an education and I know I read my books,
Heres the proof my friend, and i'll unclip the lock,
My rings and watches - filled to the tops,
Their tippy-top-tops with the diamond rocks,

Roof top down - riding in the Lamborghini,
Girls pee pee when I pass and they see me,
Nava-hoes creep me in they tiny teepee,
As I lay down laws like I lay down my money,
Ya'll know I'm in charge, cause I ain't no phoney.

Don’t see my ones, don’t see my guns - get it,
Now tell ya friends Poppa hit it then split it,
In two as I flow with the Junior Mafia,
I don’t know what the hell’s stoppin’ ya,
I’m clockin’ ya - Ray Ban shades are watchin’ ya,
Once ya grin, I'm innit to win,
So lets throw down tonight,
Godamn I love a good fight!

Let me show ya my closet, my official attire,
Prefer to drive the Viper that looks like its on fire,
Got the platinum pinky ring with the princess cut,
And no ya can't touch, cause its worth more you, mut
My suit is custom from Japan - where its all spick-and-span,
The shoes are regal Italian, only worn by the man,
Eyed in the club by the mamas and the babes,
They all thinking; "Fuck, I wanna get laid!"

She’s sick of that song on how it’s so long,
Thought he worked his until I handled my biz,
There I is - major pain like Damon Wayans,

Low down dirty even like his brother Keenan,
Schemin’ - don’t bring your girl ‘round me,
True player for real, ask Puff Daddy.

Where you at? Playin’ pink slip with the car notes?
While I’m swimmin’ in ya women like the breast stroke,
Right stroke, left stroke what’s the best stroke,
Death stroke- tongue all down her like deep throat,
Nuthin’ left to do but send her home to you,
I’m through - can ya sing the song for me, boo?

You - ringin’ bells with bags from Chanel,
Baby Benz, traded in your Hyundai Excel,
Fully equipped, CD changer with the cell,
She beeped me, meet me at twelve.

So, what’s it gonna be? Him or me?
We can cruise the world with pearls,
Gator boots for you girl,
How would ya like, envy of all women,
Cartier wrist-wear with the diamonds in ‘em,
The finest women-I love with a passion,
Ya man’s a wimp, I gave his ass a good thrashin’.

High fashion - flyin’ into all states,
Sexin’ me while your man masturbates,
Isn’t this great? Your flight leaves at eight,
Her flight lands at nine, my game just rewinds.
Lyrically, its best for me to represent,
I’m not just a client, but the player president.

Hands tied behind my back, but I still go crazy.
I'm fircken lightning fast, so its unlikly you'll phase me.
Try to rush me but I brush you with my razor blades, plz.
Imma rap-tap your ass but i'm too goddamn lazy.
Later come, and you can TRY to amaze me.