Days of Wild

Hit me

Or is your blood type the type just stereo?
These are the days of wild
Hooker, bitch and ho, I don't think so
Mind your own motherfucker, let a man be a man
(Hold onto your wits)
I'd rather dress to make a woman stare
'Cuz in a couple of simple fuckin' phrases
It's a freezer burn compared to cool
But that's the kind of shit that make you check your mind
I got a tech nine two and it's called my brain
(Hold onto your wits)

We're too wise for now

I thought about many times
Uh, she's a motherfuckin' liar and I'm a set up kid
A woman every day should be thanked

(Hold onto your wits)

Death from envy is the only way
(Hold onto your wits)
Sayin' we all look the same, huh

([unverified])
These are the days of wild
Since the other nineties was better suited for that biz
Hit me

And if you still got loot, then who's the fool?
And these are the days of wild, hit me
Up until the day another wanna laugh behind your back
Here I can tear shit up 'cuz that's my style
These are the days of wild, hit me
I can tear shit up y'all 'cuz that's my style
(Hold onto your wits)
If you don't play, bite the dust
These are the days of wild
Much props to the upside down double six
(Hold onto your wits)
Pop guns and [unverified] brother please
Shoot another brother? Not today
Not disrespected, not raped or spanked
Tennis shoes and caps, now that's phat
Everybody wanna take the stand
And these are the days of wild, hit me
These are the days of wild, hit me
Baddest, freezer burnin', head turnin', make a brother yearnin'
God bless America, home of the brave
Break down, this is a bust
I'm gonna hip you to the fuckin' place of
Sister walkin' the face, you know who you are, for love
I'm puttin' on somethin' that another won't dare
(Hold onto your wits)
Hit me
Don't blame it on a jockstrap full of jizz
I only knew one and never told her though
(Hold onto your wits)

And these are the days of wild, hit me
(Hold onto your wits)
(Hold onto your wits)
The brand new mad style, uh
And I can tear shit up y'all 'cuz that's my style
All you sorry motherfuckers up against the wall
'Cuz these are the days of wild, hit me
(Hold onto your wits)
And if a woman ever said I did
Before soda pop had fizz

Mentality so insane

Oh oh oh, by the way, I play guitar
Is your blood type the type that flows
Back when dick was fuckin' Liz