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Many, many asked if I the way to go I thought I the answer, it seems I wouldn't, so I and I picked, for the label I searched I slipped and I for the pop, it didn't work
So now I the stage of my what? 3rd comeback Now I the tricks of the trade and where the slum's at Blows to the chest, from the guage Page after page King Tee takes the
have mercy when I pick up my pen Then I ask the Lord to forgive me for my 'Cause I get drunk when I get There go gunshots, wait, I gotta duck (Get down, fool, get down)
What runnin' fo'? (Aww shit!) take the plug of a .38 slug Can't take the drug from the thug So break loose and do a flip-flop top And land on my feet and show a drunk
Couldn't walk a line, ladies and gentlemen I couldn't walk a straight if you let me crawl to the side, I know I'm drunk, man Leanin' to the side, everywhere Well, alright, to get funked up
M-M-MC's seem to get souped when group With a big name but see, none of them is For the royal, loyal, the one that yo Coupe De Ville you thought you could chill
On my street, with your freak, to freak me, the Played out along the week and steep in the creek So I'ma put my crown the peak And do it just for the with the jeeps
I know you scared, I got a criminal path For a laugh I watch devils get by Shaft Pooh has a mack-10, E-Swift's in the with a glock some young girl's cock
I grab geno-St. Ides by the stack Never smoked crack but I drunk a 'yac Mostly by the cup, grabbin' my nuts to the Hey yo, the drunk tekneek