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I'm Pina dropped Impala
band the big dollas
Runnin they will remain
up the weed mayne
Jumpin outta a Coupe
M R G a suit
Excellently up
And forget the flavor,

I'm super
Pretty Tony at the barber
how I'm blowin cop
Listenin to Rock
Paper
Paper
Paper
Paper
Paper
catchin
Don't that paper grab it
I got it on
Tell all them go on home
Back up in the Coupe
Color man is two
out the Nakamichi
Get the yayo on to chi-chi
Now we deal with Frank a pig that don't fly straight
I'm hot water
Cookin crack up at the
Man you think freak is bad
Man my freak is way
I'm Popeye's a two piece meal and some small fries
Man my hair is super laced I don't know about them guys
They call me Ayatollah all up in Motorola
Whether it's a ring tone or a picture in phone-a
A in your Corona
A glock on your
I fire up in every club I know the owner
just like a Navy Seal
My homie got a Coup De Ville
Girls be takin Skittles
But we know poppin pills
I to put it down like?
Man bettin on every round
Man at the fight we be loud
I've been at this since was a goldfish
I'm a go everywhere
maybe the electric chair
Man you can smell my
I'm up out the shop
I'm back in the Lex Coupe bumpin Rock
I'm like a new
Man or a shot
So you can tell from the beginning that I'm trying to get you
I like fo I do it four ways
You might see me straight cursin out a maid
like the Lion King
Specially I'm buying things
Eatin on onion rings
Talkin shit in Burger
I like to side all up on the sidewalk
All up in the shoe store and everything is getting
I roll in overlookin scenery
She ask me what I'm thinking
And, yo, I "My jewelry"
She said "that's to me"
I her like a eulogy
She said my party's hella
I said "that's how it's to be"

I'm a Jaguar in a car
on the Pearly gates
Hittin on the
Money all
I do it Das watching tapes of Ronnie Moot?
Back up in the Lexus
like a parachute
It's my philosophy man of the
It's like I'm Kenny runnin round with B. D. P.
Yo it's after eight
We goin down to the Lions
That's the restaurant with the Henn when you buy a steak
I'm an earthquake
up the foundation
Figured out the
To iphone application
I got the the menu is the rest of me
My car does match my Jordan's and some say was fresh of me
I'm like The Loch sittin up in a dropped 'Vette
Hangin a chain that you might see up on 'Pacs neck
I'm the last poem
Tell suckas go on home
How much yo is cologne
I got it on
I'm like a new glock down an old block
And though it's crack rock they protect it like it's Fort Knox
We eattin pork chops with a real Muslim
We hit like it's Pearl Harbor
Tora! Tora!
I might say
Or what's the score-a
And you can ask for you want but I got nothing for ya