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

Brothers try to pass me, but none could me
No girl can freak me, I'm too nasty
on the dance floors, I attack y'all
Snuck through the door, guess who they saw?
Goldie and Ghost, black Rose
Star-studded low lenses, plus the mural was
W-B's, STOP! (Shake your body, body)
And cop a couple of (She's a hottie, hottie)

Scottfree and Chauncey, very
They're sick and tired of in debt
of roaches and tired of rats
I know they are

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

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