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

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

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

Oil me up, please, my nuts, read me a
me in, something like the seeds'll say
Pass me the cold fresh OJ, I got five hundred
Under my pillow, I'm done, do my DJ

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

'Cause of that I'ma rock the tonight
The Twat Team gon' get those hoes
That's shit 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 since school
who like who, fend to not, niggas, trifeful
Plot cycles to get dough, it's so

Criminal IQ's, convo's with the sky view
is what I do, pioneer, my peeps power rule
Fuck Yacub, I'm factual, true and
polobos with the true religion, no superstition

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

From Delores to the gear, show and prove
How I move, you know is near, never fool
Appear rude, though my manner is there, get it
Say my grace before stuffing my

of that I'ma rock 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

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

Fuck the radio, the corners respect, I
I'ma about to get fly, like I'm a jet
Watch your mouth, 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 gun, son, a nigga name pop in the jects
Hate in your blood, green eyes, watching my
I'm all money like the pres, no stopping the

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

Come and see me, son you the address
block work, first homey, show me the checks
Hood crooks over 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
Gang on the dance floor, two step
You out of line, get your ass crew wet

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