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2] You drop your at your ankles At the at a ballgame I'm on the stool getting From a dame, cause I'm 5'8" Shorty 6'2" Feed her coke, jaw a pitbull. I was born to rep You f-cking with a nest Old shooters in the like ? Young boys that be the rock Paul dish off, hammer in the sock Gold in the Gold Schlager The ammo XJ12, you know the old Jaguar Got the burch lacing the interior Poppy bagels getting flavored out in the Fonz, best laced plates Cheese that reach maturity, dick sucks from Shannon Take your temperature and orally Make a batch of home drizzle royally oil
[Verse 3 - out the Rolly Royce Rolls Gold shoes, so Flyest nigga you Puerto version of Scarface F-ck the God's say Disrespect, piss in your face Chains stay chunky like Oprah's Got the purple and the Peanut and jelly I step up in the spot with the rock You'll see the pop rappers Go in their pocket and pull out wallet When I click-clack, now get up on the Cause I Onyx, Pete Rock, Chuck D shut em You know Term, I'm the kid the 'preme beats Butter Pecan J Lo, kid with the cheeks on my gold fronts, iced out note book Making volcanos in the kitchen when the coke I rode with all kinds of thugs on drugs, pissing out tiger blood