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New on the range rover, good one man
Mother*** acting like I supposed to shine
I ain't the one, not the two
One in the chamber we're aiming at you

The young Bob Barker, the is right
If you C.O.D. you could get them tonight
Put the fish scale on the
If Roy went postal, all he do is check

Low key, under the radar, black 'Vet, I call it the stealth
No currency machine, I could count it
Almost done, quarter million in ones
Thunder storm in the body tap, look what done
change, I make it rain for fun wussup

Snow man, getcha up high, it's ya' boy, Mr. 17.5
I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, to the pots
Snow man, getcha hands up high, ya' boy, Mr. 17.5
I take it back to the block, to the kitchen, back to the pots

I get them out of the back of my mind
I reminisce like J
Even in the drought, the boy that yay
A percent served, snowman's word

You can play my and my clientele, why
I'm addicted to that new car
cookies in a plastic bag
New shoes on the coupe with the tag

life flash right before your eyes
See the state troopers and get
Got a for them Heckler and Koches
A minute 14 and Rolex

Somewhere in the back of my secret deranged
I get a when I tote that 'cane
Get money, *** *** haters
All we is the discovery and Inditement papers, wussup

Snow man, hands up high, it's ya' boy, Mr. 17.5
I it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots
Snow man, getcha hands up high, ya' boy, Mr. 17.5
I take it to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots

I'm a *** man, I stand on my own two
200,000 cash, I'm my own team
Right to front door, operation so sweet
I like little dude who keeps his money so

But I still a ***
Put The Mask on, Jim a ***
Swede ends in the Chevy, got me feelin'
Careful with the sweets, burn my seats

You could live whole life and not come close
that's why these rap *** take notes
Recite my adlibs, borrow my
Make me I hop a ***, serve them with the
Next, be dressing like me
But back in '93, they wasn't stressing me, wussup

Snow man, getcha up high, it's ya' boy, Mr. 17.5
I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the
Snow man, getcha hands up high, ya' boy, Mr. 17.5
I take it to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots