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And if you mad that I'm right, punk wish me wrong
But after your three wishes, blow it out ya ass!

If you mad I'm on top, then wish me gone
If you
sparked a blunt before we ate
And a blunt after we ate dinner
She had a tattoo she only wanted Bo to see
But first dim the lights and turn up the Jodeci
the cash cow
It's a number game, but shit don't add up somehow
Like I got, sixteen to thirty-two bars to rock it
But only 15% of profits, ever see my pockets
sixteen to thirty-two bars to rock it
But only 15% of profits, ever see my pockets like

Sixty-nine billion in the last twenty years
Spent on national
America gone plastic 

And now there's Dylan dripping from his mouth 
He's hitching himself way down south 
To learn a little black and blues 
From old
sparked a blunt before we ate
And a blunt after we ate dinner
She had a tattoo she only wanted Bo to see
But first dim the lights and turn up the Jodeci
it's disco and rock 
But um, we just went in the studio and we did it
We had champagne in the studio, of course, you know
Compliments of the company,
home
And if you mad that I'm right, punk wish me wrong
But after your three wishes, blow it out ya ass!

If you mad I'm on top, then wish me gone
If you
home
And if you mad that I'm right, punk wish me wrong
But after your three wishes, blow it out ya ass!

If you mad I'm on top, then wish me gone
If you
it's disco and rock 
But um, we just went in the studio and we did it
We had champagne in the studio, of course, you know
Compliments of the company,
bill y'all

After hours of Il Mulino
Or Sotto Sotto, just talkin' about women and vino
The contract like '91 Dan Marino
I swear this got Michael Rapino
one deep, yeah the only
Do or die, with slugs for the Ruger
Rollin patrollin in a stolen black Cougar
I do my dirt all by my lonely "Hey!"  "Hey!"
they clock us on the radar (car sfx)
Cops pull us over looking for rocks
Only seen us for a second, heard you'd coming for blocks
You reckon you ain't
fields need blood to graze the cash cow
It's a number game, but shit don't add up somehow
Like I got, sixteen to thirty-two bars to rock it
But only 15%
sparked a blunt before we ate
And a blunt after we ate dinner
She had a tattoo she only wanted Bo to see
But first dim the lights and turn up the Jodeci
knows, you gone die by him
I know you heard gun stories about John Wayne and Billy the Kid
Shit, all them motherfuckers dead
And did you know that every
Smith and Wessun
Like Megatron
Understand I'm past hip-hop
I should be put into tiny ziplocks
Distributed by those who flip rocks
Leak use after word
Megatron
Understand I'm past hip-hop
I should be put into tiny ziplocks
Distributed by those who flip rocks
Leak use after word Smith be	
So dope you
confidence, 'cause you dwell on surface knowledge 
Dig deeper into my speech or the only way you'll learn 
Is to have a translator explain my rhymes in
I blacked out and by the time I came to, they were gone
But somehow I sat and shook my head, and then I carried on
And I still completed 3 weeks
bury me a thug
Henessy and weed be a ball with desert 
These shirts and kakis is how we work 
Hypnotized by change after fortune and fame
I roll 20's
knows, you gone die by him
I know you heard gun stories about John Wayne and Billy the Kid
Shit, all them motherfuckers dead
And did you know that every
knows, you gone die by him
I know you heard gun stories about John Wayne and Billy the Kid
Shit, all them motherfuckers dead
And did you know that every
at midnight 
The clock turns, as it often does 
Fight it with all ya might scrub 
Ya learn more if ya listen 
Timing is more than tic-toc-tickin' 
Rippin's
of all 
Been around this foreign cage 
Villiage in the wall. 

Submitted by Rene 

HAG ME: 
I cut my ceilin', motor and pale. 
I only know