Artist: 12 O'Clock
Album:  n/a
song:   Handcuffs
Typed By: pneumatic

[12 O'Clock]
Yeah niggas, Uh huh,
Nigga, I'm like Cheech n' Chong, Smoke K-2 all day long,
Who's the chick in the purple thongs,
Getting head in the booth while I'm makin my song,
Face pretty like Mia Long,
In the streets I'm the black James Bond with two chicks on my arm,
Hands in my pocket snubbin the palm,
While she's, Splittin the Dutch I'm breakin the bomb,
I wanna mansion with a backyard big as a farm,
A ten, Car garage, Ten piff for alarm,
If a dude think he leavin come shots to his legs and arm,
Need rescue like a Saint Bernard,
Little kids be like hay yo twelve you a star,
Said stars in the sky plus I live in my car,
It be all smoked out, Plus the windows be fogged,
See a nigga gotta eat or his stomach will starve,
I catch a faggot nigga frontin give his baldy a scar.

[Chorus 2x: 12 O'Clock]
Throw your hands up nigga don't handcuff,
Let your hoe walk around the club nigga givin it up,
Fat thighs, D cups, Nigga feelin her butt, 
I bought the hoe somethin to drink so a nigga wanna fuck.