Testo Taranphoeno

(Cadillac)
Cadillac, the drop, the back, the top
Dismantle blunt and DA
Never need no screen
No flick on the scene
Little TaranSmino, don't diss my DA
International, went from imagine to actual
My hands got dirty, we did what we had to do The band died first, when the band (?)
The pounds came in, put the good weight on
Hand out's one thing if I could wait on, never should wait long
Granny pulling them screens for the (?) form
Every hour the power of a real black woman
Feeling pressed in, look the worst in, nigga row the boat
Crazy how a nigga came from St. Lou, now I'm sayin bounce you
Bounce til he conquered (?) world
Girl you're a gorgeous example of what to blow on
Thinkin of lips, thinkin of (?)

Won't you see?
I can't believe you're callin' me names
Don't you be
So possessive why you fear that? Don't you see?

Elemental fiend I've fucked around and found a tempo
Focused, imperious to your credentials
Phony bony sentimentals
Don't (?)
Harry Potter spare (?) for the crib
Oh I've been up on thirty six bands off a piano
Teared down the pussy then cleaned up the mantle
Just pointing out shit I don't know how to handle
Jacket and trench so you (?)
Twenty forward and (?) God
On occasion I'll make (?)
Motherfuckers still livin' at the mall
Motherfucker I'mma show you how to ball
Money ain't shit but check it, a bag of tricks
You different, if you can flip it, you will sell them fingertips
Take over the system and piss on the five (?)
(?) X, Y, Z