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Barbra Streisand and
Then set up a conference call
With Sammy Davis and Charles de Gaulle.

Call me Walter Cronkite
And tell him Nancy Dickerson said
Nineteen seventy somethin' nigga I don't sweat the date
My moms is late so I had to plan my escape
Out the skins in this world of fly girls
Tanqueray
Nineteen-seventy somethin', nigga I don't sweat the date
My moms is late so I had to plan my escape
out the skins, in this world of fly girls
even flipped on a mob I was down with 
So I'm packin' a mac at night 
And blue and whites are everywhere in a nigga sight 
So come on, you little
is Grand Larceny

Grand Larceny

I'm a kleptomaniac when a jam is packed
You can fight all night, but you'll still get jacked
By the show
wit my hand on Mac 10 handle
Schemin' on you niggaz

By myself in my four corner room watchin' Hard Boiled
I feel like I'm crazy, my brain on drugs
My
on
Car full of smoke as I tried to get my perk on
Straight doulja, sipping on gin and juice
Late night creeping as a motherfucker get loose
On my way
She's got the time
Says she's got time on her side
Running the room
Commanding the late boys' eyes

She runs around
Knows all the streets by name
still prays together
On a parlay flip, permenant private party trip
The next Ruby and Ossie Davis, I'm talking great shit
Up walking late, lit. 4:25, high
I'd be satisfied and truthfully yes I am,
But lately, only late at night I find it hard to sleep,
Stay struggling with the part of me that wants
And the four of us went to see a picture show
Yeah, I took 'em to the drive-in the-a-ter over by Pisgah, to see True Grit
Saw the late, late show; old Sloan hit
Make me catch her on the late night
Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six

I'm not a marksmen while spark issue, I spray random
Not
the time we made away with that Millennium
From the dealership
Before our day when we killin' 'em
Late nights
Gun fights
High speed chases
So close
were posted
By Chevron
Meanwhile a budget was placed in our hands
As the deadline in the sand came to an end
So much for the peace dividend
One
me
Make me catch her on the late night
Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six

I'm not a marksmen while spark issue, I spray random
Not
night scramblers
No joke, I'm a crook; catch hooks broke; late night gamblers
Look, you loose limbs when fuck with him
That be I strapped and high
FBI
Make me catch her on the late night
Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six

I'm not a marksmen while spark issue, I spray random
Not
did a lot of shit them late nights for the dough
Robbin niggaz on the low (low) laughed at 'em then I go (go)
Sometimes it went smooth and nobody got
sleeve
It sounds so hard talkin bout guns
'cause I got a 3-5-7-9 and a Mac11
Get drilled, tip toein by the minute
When 6 wit the clip showin
Nicca where ya
a mac demon
Hit you up, leave your whole face screamin'
What you in for kid - bustin nuts?
Cats heard of me in street stories told inside this trap
Who
touch 'em)
Don't touch 'em hoe!
You see Snoop Dogg on the floor mac
Pimping ain't (yeah) now sit the fuck back
I'm the man in charge, +Boss+, my
Federalies gaffling up so keep it tight
These songs to do wrong so fuck being right
Late night hype's the fiends
Nobody serves 'em better to the letter
We
Adidas motherfucker
[thug] Saturday Night Live, John Travolta ass motherfucker
[Keith] Suck my dick
[thug] You fuckin spaghetti and meatball eatin
don't touch 'em hoe
You see Snoop Dogg on the floor mac
Pimpin' ain't, yeah, now sit the fuck back

I'm the man in charge, Boss, my backhand is horse
people they slaughtered
last year alone, in the Dead Zone
Walk straight, but don't walk late
Cause I'm comin with a hate only made, from what it made me