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Tommy Mottola, on the road
He his lady, two months ago
Maybe he'll find her, he won't
Oh that love

try to pass me, but none could match me
No girl can freak me, I'm just too
Lost on the dance floors, I attack
through the back door, guess who they saw?
Goldie and Ghost, African Rose
Star-studded low lenses, plus the was dope
Airbrush W-B's, STOP! (Shake body, body)
And cop a couple of (She's a hottie, hottie)

Scottfree and Chauncey, upset
They're and tired of living in debt
of roaches and tired of rats
I know are over

One in the head, I'm fed, is how we doin
Put a Ruff on my dick, bust right through 'em
Come out your shirt, insert the party
Fine Dr. Buzzard, Bacardi
We passin it, takes the your Calvin Klein
Before the floor gets moist, taste and mine
Swallow nine, model from Bahamas
Slim makers stuffed inside pajamas

They'll take all rhymes with a Colgate smile, hey baby
They'll love you one second, then you the next
Oh ain't it crazy baby,
Tony's his name, the undefeated champion, whoa, (Blow 'em down God)
Now he's alone, he's the king of his throne (Yeah, aha)
Always will be my friend, Killah (Truly yours, peace boo)