Blaze a 50, sit back in the drop top Bezour Bentley   Of course wit me, this chick who'd make Bobby divorce Whitney   Brazilian candy, from Miami   Masseuse, wedding ring on, lovin' Celine Dion   Hate rap, told me where she get caked at   She's a part time dancer, part time romancer   Tries to be a mother when she gets a chance ta   Left her husband, alone to raise they son hes in pampers      Modeled for a year, got her bachelors degree   33 recoverin' from plastic surgery   Went from 34B to 36 double D   Met her in San Diego at tha Super Bowl party   Had the Heiny sipped it up, wit Terrell Davis   MVP, we flicked it up from Sports Illustrated   I was silked out, flossin' wit stout, he had the gators   When she walked in, she lit up the room, like Las Vegas      Terrell said our mans a full back for the Raiders   A drunk whod cheerleaders and wind up in the papers   It's easy to get the, just don't fall in love   Next thing you know I'm hugged up wit this in tha tub   Palm Springs, Al Capone's Sweate washin' her feet   Is this love? Somebody's wife a thug   Hittin' it raw, tastin' it, wildin' out on my character, tapin' it   Tyra Banks face is face lift, givin' like she knew me for years      Pillow talk, she let out tears, told me bout her husbands affairs   Millions, she would get, if his neck got slit   She rolled the equality, then passed the lie ta me   Told me 'bout her mans life insurance policy   He stays on the golf course, wears Drakkar Sport   Evenings he drinks his wines on his private resort   You can take a man here goes the keys you can slip in the rear   Chop a up, yo, meet me somewhere so we can make more money   Then you could ever see rappin'      Split the cash 'n, move to Venezuela   Adaptin' P-11's, A-C-P shells for blastin'   Caught him wit his Spanish maid   He had a liter wit a can of spray   Burnin' her legs, she tied to the bed   Sex S and M, sadomasochistic   Sadistic, yoked her from behind   Blew him out existence      His maid cried no, lucky she was blind fold   Naked wit, mad burn marks, all on her thighs yo   Twelve point five million, he kept his funds in the loines of London   Goes to his wife and his children   Yo I thought, what if shorty gets scared, electric chairs all I vision   All she'll probably get is psychiatric supervision   I'll switch the plan, then maybe fly to Switzerland   Fake ID, forge his wife name, catch the next flight the same night   Headed to Spain, nice game, now it's back to where we meet again      Blaze a 50, sit back in a drop top Bezour Bently   Of course wit me, this chick who'd make Bobby divorce Whitney   Top down, nightmare, blow her hair   Sky black, stars glow, the face on the moon stare   Fast lane on the nine-five, honey laughs about the cash   Took a blast, out of her coke bag   Snorted it, started screamin' yo we almost crashed   Earlier I took the coke out, replaced it wit crushed up glass   Her head nodded down to her chest, slowly she fell asleep   Overwhelmed by greed, put to death