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Yo, on, this is the way that I'm cut, right?
Or why I sing, how I under red lights
is Ghost Deini's, stretched out
On stage with the gauge, flash the tech like East

Polo drawers, headband, Geneva convertible couch
In the back with the two
I'm the man, nigga, when I come through rooms
Had the goose ready, renting and a bag of shrooms

And a nice suite, room service every five
I need a foot massage, tell the
She do it for me, do it for God
I got the mix CD on pause all DeBarge

Oil me up, please, my nuts, me a story
Tuck me in, something like the say
Pass me the fresh squeezed OJ, I got five hundred
Under my pillow, I'm done, do my DJ

of that I'ma rock the show tonight
The Twat Team gon' get those hoes
That's Theodore shit if you in your
Two step, you slipped, get your whole wet

'Cause of I'ma rock the show tonight
The Twat Team gon' get those hoes
That's Theodore if you in your whip
Two step, you slipped, get your crew wet

Stand like the Eiffel, spiteful
Sport the Nike shoe, nice with the mic high school
Fuck who like who, to not, niggas, trifeful
Plot cycles to get dough, so delightful

Criminal IQ's, spiral with the sky view
This is I do, pioneer, my peeps power rule
Fuck Yacub, I'm factual, and living
Polo polobos with the religion, no superstition

beat is sorta proof to listen and hear the real
So you New Jack niggas kneel, sit it
Lick a fifth, get your piff and chill, fix your
ill, seen the game vanish in air

From to the glamourest gear, show and prove
How I move, you know hammer is near, fool
rude, though my manner is there, get it straight
Say my grace before my face

'Cause of that I'ma this show tonight
Hustle hard, I'ma get that dough
Crime money, all we do is just two
Slip up and get your fucking crew wet

'Cause of that I'ma rock show tonight
Hustle hard, I'ma get that dough
Crime money, all we do is just two
Slip up and get whole fucking crew wet

Fuck the radio, the corners respect, I
I'ma about to get fly, I'm boarding a jet
Watch mouth, little homey, I demolish your rep
I'm like Mohamed Atta, when I'm the set

line, you got a problem with Deck
I'm like the police gun, son, a nigga pop in the jects
Hate in your blood, green eyes, watching my
I'm all money the pres, no stopping the rest

This is Stones and grown man poking his
Play hero watch the K blow a hole in your
Why I like I know I'm the best 'cause I'm spitting the piff
Half of y'all dudes with stress

and see me, son you know the address
10304 block work, homey, show me the checks
Hood crooks living the edge, Ghost saying nah
That's a look, focus, respect, yup

of that I'ma rock this tonight
Light your weed, pop ya ects', let's go
House Gang on the floor, two step
You out of line, get your ass crew wet

'Cause of that rock this tonight
Light your weed, pop ya ects', let's go
House Gang on the dance floor, two
You out of line, get lame ass crew wet