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Now who that is that about the tics?
probably jealous 'cuz they got hit
But ain't nobody else droppin' like this
Should we Naw never, just leave 'em

Now who that is talkin' that the tics?
Somebody probably jealous 'cuz got hit
But ain't nobody else hits like this
Should we Naw never, just leave 'em

I'm like what's up
Lemme introduce my and I
Lunatics, I'm T rollin' ninety miles per hour
You ain't me but now you do
Represent the, C I T Y of Saint Lue, M-I

You think you for doin' wrong
up flamin' like hemorroids
Talk on boy, police will have you noid
Just and ill too legal and my peoples
I'm the boss and that's the way it's be

Now they Nelly like I was, nobody
Now she all on my team 'cuz she heard I rock
Smoke more than Dadi in the center like Jihadi
Your conversations about me and my relations
I done had, made man, a gang of Dads

Why you like you G.D.?
C.C. I it's in me
Jealous when they come to hit, 'tics get many
'Cuz I'm the boss and this the way it's be

Now who that is talkin' that the tics?
Somebody probably jealous 'cuz got hit
But ain't else droppin' hits like this
Should we apologize? Naw never, leave 'em

Now these Mac's hear 'em for mackin' on slim Kim
Mad she pay down, she bought me a gang of Tims
Have me like Simpsons, hit them, bent them
What about the whole night? Oh, Never spent them

U.P.S. shipped them, D-two it
here and til' on it, everything copastetic
One-oh-five gone bump it, Lunatics bumpin' like a drummer
I'm the boss and is the way it's gone be

Apologize for what? What you and what you saw?
Now my name starts sentence, you'z a hater by law
I'm by far tighter than bras on Dolly Parton
You think your girl don't like us? You'z a joke Steve Martin

I've pardoned for sayin' Lunatics no competition
I lay tracks like a beautician while gal's on a mission
While you trippin', pink-slippin', it's gal I be pimpin'
'Cuz I'm the boss and this is how gone be

Now tell me why everybody wanna watch me
And the, fly wanna rock me now
And them playin' hatin' fellas tryin' to hunt me
But they always on my jock when I around

I hit the spot and it hot when I lays it down
I see of ladies, tell 'Mary-Go-Round'
Droppin' like this, so you can pay me now
And uh, I'm the and this is how it's gone be

Now who that is talkin' about the yics?
probably jealous 'cuz they got hit
But ain't else droppin' hits like this
we apologize? Naw never, just leave 'em

Day-o, day-o, Lunatics gone
So look any further
Day-o, day-o, Lunatics blow
So look any further, further

Now who that is talkin' that the tics?
Somebody probably jealous they got hit
But nobody else droppin' hits like this
we apologize? Naw never, just leave 'em

Day-o, day-o, gone blow
So don't look any
Day-o, day-o, Lunatics gone
So look any further, further