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First, the DJ must power up the amplifiers. 
To play a record, select an album and put it on the turntable. 
The racer must attach five dollars
Yeah, house got too crowded clothes got too tight
And I don't know just where I'm going tonight
Out where the sky's been cleared by a good hard
Yeah, house got too crowded clothes got too tight
And I don't know just where I'm going tonight
Out where the sky's been cleared by a good hard
on our secret fantasy

But now as I walk down the road to your house baby
There`s no one there but me
How I wish that I could steal your kisses
Just
a little lookie
Hit the green house, too crowded
Just checked out the entry
Smoked so much weed I got the highest in the century

Coffee Shop stop we found
Ah ah, I never saw so many people tonight 
I mean y'all all got it crowded up in here and that's good 
I'm glad that y'all givin' it up for him,
slammin' albums 
BDP rocks consistently

From criminal minded to nineteen-ninety
Why? Well that's my secret baby 
Here's a hint: the public pays me 
So
(Don't say a word) keep it quiet, son, don't say a word, yo
(Don't say a word) keep it quiet, son

[Verse 1]
Yo, I'm rap's dirty little secret that they
a resurrection at box
Religious, intervenous, take my name in vain
Clinically insane, hold secrets
Mentally slain for their repentance by the government
Hold
(Don't say a word) keep it quiet, son, don't say a word, yo
(Don't say a word) keep it quiet, son

[Verse 1]
Yo, I'm rap's dirty little secret that they
told y'all of the stages I can't agree wit
We showed y'all, promoted y'all on how to freak shit
But here's a little secret...
Uh uh we still number one,
peep it, yo this ain't a secret, ya not see it
They confiscate it, resell it, you retrieve it, ya not see it!
So believe it while you sit there weeded,
set it, just checkin your mic
Droppin hot shit I like
So throw up your hands bitch, run your ice
Cause I'll go third, and he'll go fourth
By
spin around, I'm the new kid in town

Yeah it's coming soldier, 
April the month it's over
Yeah your run is over
The album is done I told you
What
scratched but I don't got nails
Got my own truck but I want to drive trails
Plus I won a house in ATL and that depends on my sales
And I'm tryin' to get
Yeah, early 2014 I was on the Knock Madness tour
I was mad about it, I half-assed my album cause I really didn't know what I was rapping for
I was
the house & he brought his man with him

I leave rap in a state of shock
Where to rock, from the figures still
Play the block with my niggas
Ill lush,
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?