I Am Not A Human Being

專輯：I Am Not A Human Being 歌曲：I Am Not A Human Being 作曲：D. Correa、D. Carter、M. Diaz I am not a human being Uhh P ssy for luch Pop all the balloons and spit in the punch yeah Kush and the blunts I ride through your block see a foot in the trunk I don't know why they keep playin They better replay 'em giving them the blues Bobby Blue Bland Together we stand and fall on y'all Ballin' with my bloods call it b ball These days aint Young Money is I got mars bars three musketeers Come through coupe same colour as veneers And you know I'm riding with the toast cheers Yeah now I'm back on my grizz And y'all's a bunch a squares like a muthaf cking grid Sh t f ck with me and get hit I finger the nina make the b tch have kids Just do it my n gga I just did Name a muthaf cker deeper than me b tch dead Ya dig this here is big biz and I scream it whoever it is I am the Rhyming Oasis I got a cup of ya time I wont waste it I got my foot on the line I'm not racin' I thank god that I am not basic I am not basic I am not a human being Uhh rockstar baby Now come to my suite and get lockjaw baby Rich n gga lookin at the cops all crazy Its the mob gga Martin Scorsese Heater close range cuz people are strange But I bet that AK 47 keep you ordaned You cant see weezy nor wayne Im in the far lane im running this hundred yard gain Uhhh swag on infinity Im killing em see the white flag from the enemy Shoot you in the head and leave your dash full of memories Father forgive me for my brash delivery I will try you I wouldnt lie you I must be sticky cuz them bitches got they eyes glued Young money baby we the sh t like fly food Yall cant see us like the bride shoes I stand tall like a muthafuckin 9'2 I scream motherf ck you and whoever design you And if you think you hot then obviously you are lied to And we dont die we multiply and then we come divide you I am the Rhyming Oasis I got a cup of ya time I wont waste it I got my foot on the line I'm not racin' I thank god that I am not basic I am not basic I am not a human being Re Reporting from another world Magazine full of bullets you can be my cover girl Ness go the weed thicker than a southern girl Strong arm rap like a n gga did a hundred curls Rock star biatch check out how we rock And if this aint hip hop it must be me hop Im higher than a tree top She lick my lo llipop I still get my candy from your girlfriends sweet shop Spitting that he rock im smooth not Pete Rock And my money on etcetera 3 dots Still get a stomach ache every time I see cops You better run mothaf cka cuz we not You better run till your feet stop You aint even on a f cking alphabet in my tea pot Colder than a ski shop Holding on to THE top and even if I let go I still wont G rock I am the Rhyming Oasis I got a cup of ya time I wont waste it I got my foot on the line I'm not racin' I thank god that I am not basic I am not basic I am not a human being