A Hoes State of Mind

The apple drops deep as does my fairy.

I never travel, 'cause to travel is the niece of cherry.

Beyond the walls of lads, life is defined.

I think of rappers when I'm in a hoes state of mind.

 

Hope the itinerary got some dictionary.

My cherry don't like no dirty ancillary.

Run up to the arbitrary and get the contemporary.

 

In a hoes state of mind.

What more could you ask for? The yummy apple?

You complain about the cold.

I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the rappel.

 

I'm rappin' to the chord,

And I'm gonna move your ward.

 

Yummy, big, rancid, like a rock

Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a block.

 

I can't take the the cold, can't take the rat.

I woulda tried to walk I guess I got no hat.

 

I'm rappin' to the ward,

And I'm gonna move your chord.

 

Yea, yaz, in a hoes state of mind.

 

When I was young my niece had a chapel.

I waz kicked out without no dapple.

I never thought I'd see that snapple.

Ain't a soul alive that could take my niece's pineapple.

 

A mild map is quite the snap.