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

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

Low key, the radar, triple black 'Vet, I call it the stealth
No machine, I could count it myself
done, another quarter million in ones
Thunder storm in the body tap, look what I've
Chump change, I make it 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 up high, it's ya' boy, Mr. 17.5
I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, to the pots

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

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

Whole life flash right before eyes
See the state and get butterflies
Got a for them Heckler and Koches
A minute 14 and watches

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

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

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

But I bury a ***
Put The on, Jim Carey a ***
Swede ends in the Chevy, got me feelin'
with the sweets, don't burn my seats

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

man, getcha hands 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 it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots