Yo, my name is Brad And my rhymes are really not good A lot of other rappers try to rhyme But I don't give a fuck cuz I don't have the skills In the studio, trying to make that cash See a fine bitch and I slap her on the leg Cuz I'm a pimp and that's what I do And if you step to me then I'll kill someone
We chillin' at the hotel If you don't wanna party you can go to sleep But if you're up then it's going down Cuz we got the worst rhymes in this whole damn area
Smoke fat blunts when I roll in my ride Yo, you can run but you can't remain hidden Two bitches in my car yeah you know what's up Whip out my dick and I bust a move And if you see me on the street You better turn around and start using those brains People always tell me I should rhyme my words and I'm like Nah, man
We chillin' at the hotel If you don't wanna party you can go to sleep But if you're up then it's going down Cuz we got the worst rhymes in this whole damn area