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their leopard skin pants
Tell everyone we're gettin' down tonight
And the only invitation is the party lights

If the house is rockin', don't bother
in
He got it covered full of rhino heads
And boots of leopard skin

He got the means, he make the harvest high
But you can count those hungry
the salt and the pepper
Left a mark in the game and never been a half stepper
Leopard skin on my couch, be like Oscar the Grouch
From the streets, pullin
the salt and the pepper
Left a mark in the game and never been a half stepper
Leopard skin on my couch, be like Oscar the Grouch
From the streets, pullin
I got by

Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking funny in
of the retina of the third
Mums the word when ya blind baby
Blind to the fact
Don't rest in Compton so I don't own a gat
But respect is clear crystal
Cause
jet contrails so long that

It can be seen in time zones eight hours apart by NORAD
Bow waves are made when I sweep my arms back
To fast track
sippin' still
Whippin' wood wheels
Truck on steroids
Illegal to play ball
But dammit how good it feels
Drop that black card
Park in the backyard
Baby fire
San Anton'
And we slept near the Alamo, your skin was so tender and soft
Way down in Mexico you went out to find a doctor and you never came back
I
sippin' still
Whippin' wood wheels
Truck on steroids
Illegal to play ball
But dammit how good it feels
Drop that black card
Park in the backyard
Baby fire
water balloons
And ain't nobody tryin to act hard
Got my homie big mike barbequing in the backyard
Baby locs, shootin jokes like the hood jerk
Damn
Proofs in dat pudding & dat bakin' sodas takin'
Paper dat would make take dem photos naked

Listenin' to niggas like whistlin' at Wiggie Williams
I
children with automatics
Imagine babies drive-by's in the cabbage
Rappers is like Peter Pan
or built like Sandman on the desert lands
I'm from Shaolin, my
the money
I open up my mind by opening bank accounts deposit a 100 stacks
Break up wont take it out baby that's a gift maybe you could live
I knew it
I got by

Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking funny in
with a lot, baby, please don't stop
Gotcha body lookin' hot, don't mind if I watch
Ya head is top notch, ya skin is butterscotch

Into the club, all
when the albums flat
Remember that yeah but now it's flarin'
Got me starin' baby got that Victor Baron
I ain't carin' if ya boyfriend live with ya
love to stare cause dey know dey see da money.
I open up a mind by openin bank accounts,
Deposit a 100 stacks, break up or take it out.
Baby dats
I feel the Aryan in my blood, it's scarier than a Blood
Been looking for holy water, now I’m praying for a flood
It feel like time passing me by
came
But maybe some of these babies need a diaper change
The driver talk about hiding your plane
But I don't care though
Flyer than a jet not a lot