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do do do do do do
Racecars and Jars

1:]
I got a style for bump in ya face,
ass nigga, Pontiac Judge
Open and Shut
You Know, I'm bowtied I die
I made an exception for the '69,
so off the line,
double side,
but no what, we heads up,
We in the yard, ya dawgs they should
be of us,
We it off like an engagement gone bad
I fill ya jacuzzi them groupies, make it a bird bath,
Miss me? No you bitch, with that bullshit, "Miss me",
Tryna claim Spitta' name, be, Miss Me,
All of is kicks to me, Silly rabbit trickery,
You only around because my spot is where you to be,
Hope to catch me sleepin by freaky,
But babygirl, let me be the first to say it's not easy,
I wasn't yesterday, nor later on that evening,
Just had to get that out the way and the playing field even

Michael Knight, Michael Knight Michael Knight
Knight, Scoo do do do do do
Michael Knight, Michael Michael Knight [x2]
Knight, Scoo do do do do do

2:]
And the from the Rockin chair improve,
but I have yet to see a fuckin with the crew,
and far, saw it all, Wideframe,
Everything with Wangs a plane mayne,
Indo get rolled up car windows,
Avoiding the policeman Carl Winslows,
the wind in changed, and I am not mad
Ol'-Garbage-Bag rappers need ta a style fast,
written all over niggas like a Dapper Dan,
Survive lands, cactus plants growin in desert sands,
Alive I stand, never dead; though a nigga die
I got up so I could autograph the sky...

Michael Knight, Michael Knight Knight [x2]
Michael Knight, do do do do do
Michael Knight, Michael Knight Michael [x2]
Knight, Scoo do do do do do

3:]
Definitely dress down, and here know it,
Yo, A white aston on a ground with a poet,
Know as the kid who told you to to the crib,
Threw a bag on your lap, and told you dont the kids,
We mealed up, my flowing is real tough,
Sport these gazelles, faded leather or rough,
Bank account, even question,
Spent all my money last buying shear investments,
gangsta, new york nigga, make me shank something,
Rather screw honeys who cuffing,
All my life, six black kids a rifle, kick dice and strip you and slice you,
So listen young niggas, Ima give you jewels quick,
Dont ever rat friends out, you'll stand in a pool of shit,
Looking like a crab ass faggot, or later them boys that was hating on got the ratchets,
Achets,
Yea.........