I got a style for every bump in ya face Grease ball ass nigga, Pontiac Judge Open and Shut Case, you know, I'm bow tied till I die Though I made an exception for the '69
So quick off the line, coin double side But no matter what, we heads up We in the yard, tell ya dawgs they should beware of us We break it off like an engagement gone bad I fill ya jacuzzi with them groupies, make it a bird bath
Miss me? No, you didn't, bitch, with that bullshit, 'Miss me' Tryna claim spitta' name, tryna be, Miss Me All of that is kicks to me, silly rabbit trickery You only around because my spot is where you wish to be
Hope to catch me sleepin' by bein' freaky But, baby girl, let me be the first to say, it's not that easy I wasn't born yesterday nor later on that evening Just had to get that out the way and make the playing field even
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And the view from the rockin' chair improve But I am yet to see a team fuckin' with the crew Near and far, saw it all, wide frame Everything with wings ain't a plane, mayne
Indo get rolled up like car windows Avoiding the policeman them Carl Winslows The wind blown in changed and I am not mad Ol' garbage bag rappers need to find a style fast
It's written all over, niggas, like a Dapper Dan Survive rough lands, cactus plants growin' in desert sands Alive I stand, never dead, though a nigga didn't die I got highed up so I could autograph the sky, fool
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