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2] You drop your pants at ankles At the urinal at a I'm on the stool brain a tall dame, cause I'm 5'8" Shorty 6'2" her coke, locked jaw Like a pitbull. I was to rep You f-cking a hornet's nest Old shooters in the corner ? Young that be handling the rock Chris Paul off, hammer in the sock Gold in the Gold Schlager The green XJ12, you know the old Jaguar Got the burch lacing the interior Poppy bagels flavored out in Syria Only the Fonz, best laced Cheese that reach maturity, dick from Shannon Doherty Take your anally and orally Make a batch of home royally with oil
3 - Termanology] Hopping out the Rolly Rolls Gold shoes, so Flyest nigga you Puerto Rican version of F-ck with the say Disrespect, in your broad's face Chains stay chunky like Oprah's Got the purple and the butter and jelly When I up in the spot with the rock You'll see the pop rappers Go in their pocket and out their wallet I click-clack, now get up on the ground Cause I Onyx, Pete Rock, Chuck D shut em You know Term, I'm the kid the 'preme beats Pecan J Lo, kid with the mean cheeks Boobies on my gold fronts, iced out note Making volcanos in the kitchen when the coke I rode around with all of thugs High on drugs, out tiger blood