Erikca's Song

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

 

Why you don't feel a little love for me

 

Yeah, it's all natural baby

 

You cocksuckers feel me

 

You know i got that soul like i'm bessie smith.

 

And a finger in the middle that i leave em with

 

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

 

Born in cal but my heart is philly, can you feel me?

 

Sometimes i wonder how you feel about me

 

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

 

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

 

Call me hannibal smith, but you are trying to save this disgraced face.

 

You gotta chill bitch, you're wilder than will smith

 

He's in it for the sportrunnin circles round his

 

Go ahead, talk mo shit bout how you don't feel me/

 

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history