Christian Rich, RZA - Supaman lyrics

She tried to run some game on me
She tried to turn me on
Even when my game was off she was hardheaded
But her brain was soft

I came clean but, I stained the cloth
No chain to the bed moving slow as sloth
Nickleback rock-n-roll track
In the backgrounds not my choice
Snow bunnies love that sound

Around like the Mary go like the ferris
Take a day off like Ferris Bueller, nigga
Lay up inside the Paris Hilton
Executive deluxe suites
Smackin' on her butt cheeks
If you listen close you can her butt speak
Squeak squeak squeak

Fuck thee, motherfucker they can't touch me

Simple Simon called the pie man
Said he wanted to hear some rhymin'
BONG BONG here I am
Shazaam, nigga supaman
God damn

The crew consists of lifers
Three time strikers niggas
Spend weekend vacations in Rikers
Our bitches they could fuck
Through forty vipers
Skateboarders and hypers no crew is like us
Try to imitate try to assimilate
They words don't penetrate
Their heads don't stimulate

A hundred Gs for the whip
Hundred Bs in the clip
Hundred thugs in my clip
Hundred hoes on the strip
Hundred things around the world
Five, one hundred ways

Did i tell ya I love my girl
A hundred shots before I Earl
A hundred rocks surround the pearl
Money can't stop the referral
A hundred blocks in my hood, I'm thorough

Escaping great perils and pit stops
Our wristwatch keeps mind's health dispensed