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Beemer, mon
Holla at Beenie Man, see me, mon
Cheifin rollin deeper than any mon, through Jennings mon
Through you-City back up to Kingsland, wit nice
Beemer, mon
Holla at Beenie Man, see me, mon
Cheifin rollin deeper than any mon, through Jennings mon
Through you-City back up to Kingsland, wit nice
really and I need it mon
Flows I kick 'em freely mon, 'specially off Remi, mon
Keys to my Beemer, mon, holla at Beenie Man

See me, mon, cheifin rollin
In the dark
Where all the fevers grow
Under the water
Where the shark bubbles blow
In the morning
By your radio
Do the walls close in
happened one day while I was driving to my home 
I just happened to have my car radio on.
When I heard the jockey raving about a brand new smash
By a kid
critical
That's why they call me mr. pitiful

A few people know what I'm sayin'
Hmm, to the little daddy shane, you know what I mean
And to my man cool
underneath the skin (hmm) 
The sapphire rhymes slap fire out your minds 
With right timin, bite with vampire rhymes 

[Method Man] 
Hmm, eye spy, with my
motorcycles coming 
By now, police motorcycles. Just heard a call on the radio for all 
Units along Industrial, to pick up the 
Motorcade. 
Somethings
fat chance, hot pants, you the man
Nowadays you can't tell, watch the crotch, it may swell
You needs a pap smear; you need to know
If you got an STD,
really and I need it mon
Flows I kick 'em freely mon, 'specially off Remi, mon
Keys to my Beemer, mon, holla at Beenie Man

See me, mon, cheifin rollin
fat chance, hot pants, you the man
Nowadays you can't tell, watch the crotch, it may swell
You needs a pap smear; you need to know
If you got an STD,
the inside of my unhappiness
Man I swear this shit gets heavy like a ton
That's why you hear me shootin', this real shit off like a gun
Hmm I wonder how my
the inside of my unhappiness
Man I swear this shit gets heavy like a ton
That's why you hear me shootin', this real shit off like a gun
Hmm I wonder how my
the hood
Just stopped by to say what's up
And let you know
Your baby boy ain't doing so tough
And even though you passed
Going on four long years
Still
Ol' America!

Rollin' through the hood
Just stopped by to say what's up
Came to let you know
That your baby boy ain't doing so tough

And even
introduction
But by the way, hmm, nice butt?
Let's go chill so I can get to know you better
Her first name was Loretta, she drove up a Baretta

We got to my
Brown Boy, Finger Dally on the beat
Lovely one, so radio, let's do it
Can you feel it? I know you feel it
I know you feel of that

Let me talk
and see my man Dalow
I peeped him call my man Isley to the car
and ask him where he wanted to go
We all hopped in, inserted some hip hop in his radio's
the inside of my unhappiness
Man I swear this shit gets heavy like a ton
That's why you hear me shootin', this real shit off like a gun
Hmm I wonder how my
Yo', what up, my nigga
You know I was in the hood
I just thought I'd stop by
Holler at you for a minute
Pour out a little liquor or some'in'
Now old Jack Johnson 
He was the toughest man in the whole wide world, 
He used walk around whoppin' people up side the head
Makin' all sorts