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1:] My shit bang, my throp I'm a beast, I'm a muthafuckin hog up with the slump Or should I say black trunk sounding I got a alligator in the back wetter than melted ice, ralley and hockey strips Burning rubber in every light, mean mugging like 'thug ya I be hustling all day and night, pushing all and day Twisted and whippin yay, my gwopalay So you put my Gouda my pay, I get in my way From da Bay to L.A. to the A this connected Worldwide nigga mister how-you-be-headed You ain't gotta me but you gotta respect it Woke up early in the and put one in the air Got so high about running for mayor myself to make sure I was still there Shit, showered and then I cut my hair Today I'm try'na get laid then put a on the mug Try'na find me a bitch with a ass like a Worldstahiphop Try'na get rich in this collectings my money You can tell that I'm a D-boy by my tummy Sometimes I'm just uppity-up, I dress skummy Sometimes I dress high class, sometimes I bummy If it ain't no cash you can miss me Most of the time you can find a tipsy BIATCH!
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2:] Uhhhh! I been running around all day try'na get my up (up) that try to stop me I suggest that they duck Cause when I get the I can assure you it's nothing pleasant My arsenal game is east but the has all kinda of relatives Even if you're wearing chest protection a trauma won't work I'm a aim at your hammit, I ain't goin aim at you shirt Alot of these ass niggas should be wearing a skirt With the box of Morton and maxi pads in they purse Pillow and biting pillows, acting like some brizzles they're a whole bunch of that sucka shit a bunch of popsicles I should of been a cause I'm stubborn as a bull I'm a different type of dude and I to the rules I'm a real nigga believe it, I live it and I breathe it I it like it is and I call it how I see it My potna used to be all sharp but now he on thee 'What do thee mean? ' Methamphetamine I believe it, man you disappointed me I'm devastated he lost cool points with me I'm standing outside of my crib with gym shorts and a hoody to my nig on the celly smoking a philly Sipping on a fifth of that oil henny A hundred wall on them bricks, he got with a kid of candies If you go to jail by now he probably be dead So instead he in there with his uncle his and relatives UHH!
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