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me, no Mariah
They say the hood is mine, 
It's like the nigger was born against the wind
She, Johhny Frankenstein, 
My auto-mo is pretty as camorra
so high like my rims
Smoke a pound of droe
Never on sittin on 24's
Matter of fact dat was a year ago
Now I'm ridin on 26's 
I'ts yo boy and Kelly
They're pretty good musicians
They're pretty good musicians
But it don't make no difference
If they're good musicians
Because anybody who would buy this
to really concentrate on the album.
And working with chris was pretty cool, because he's got a very strong
Sense of humor as we like it. and we had some cool
Fresh off the jet from just fuckin with Puff
I'm feelin like the best, nobody - bring it back
Fresh off the jet from just fuckin with Puff
I'm
dance like if I was Albert Alien 
People just love it when the Biz starts to play 
With my (beatboxing), and by the way 
Skeezing with a girl is
I don't know what went wrong
I couldn't understand
You grew up much too fast for me,
I wish it was before, like back when you were four
I had you
She so bad
She make a grown man wanna spend all his cash
She so bad
When she drop it down slow, they all throw down fast
She so bad
Niggas pull
dance like if I was Albert Alien 
People just love it when the Biz starts to play 
With my (beatboxing), and by the way 
Skeezing with a girl is
like the demo make a new one tomorrow 

When its time to rise Ill open the archives 
When you be in dreams you got 85s 
Chrome down with the leather
evicted

Go, get folded up like the cuff in my jeans
Ever since I was a teen, I made music for the fiends
Y'all make music for the mentally lean
In the land
[Chorus]
Hey, hey, my, my
Rock and roll will never die
Hang your hair down in your eye
You'll make a million dollars

Well I was in this band
a gritty fiend for, 
Money, power, respect, get it by any means uh,
New Yorker, slick talker, walk like a brick flipper,
Decimal doctor, multiply to get
started out, gettin' hard by the ounce
No more cash in stashes, it's cards in accounts
The way I make 'em nod to the bounce
Somebody call Silvia and tell
sell that pussy for me?
Will you sell that pussy for me? (Will you sell that pussy for me?)

Check the forecast, it's Wavy Q, I should make the news
My
applications
Shit I like to rhyme and I won a battle or two
Down at the PAC with the crew the kid from broward can duel
Yeah he got a few filler lines
By now
platinum
We know the presidents are flowin' by who's sackin' them
I'm that type of guy when poppa wasn't happy with it
Trippin' them up, that was my
albums cost a fifth per track
And so your favorite band
They don't make that second album
Dropped by their label 'cause they can't pay it back

It
5% cancer
Sosa diamonds, Getty, Lucci, blaze it up like Bonanza
Catch me in the cut, easy G's is burnin' my gut
As I Remember my menage au trois was
Say ho, everybody say ho
By the way yo
I said shake your soul like way back in the day-yo
By the way yo, everybody say ho
Everybody say,
Everybody
Say ho, everybody say ho
By the way yo
I said shake your soul like way back in the day-yo
By the way yo, everybody say ho
Everybody say hooooo-
to move my records to 54 states 
Got more work than the mayor do (mayor do) 
it stick to niggas that talk shit 
like a baller they bitch hair blue 
Got
squad of design monsters
Innovating the styles that made biters look like imposters

So we scripted an album and signed to Rawkus
Selling a hundred
Pretty Pocahontas pussy sweet, like my new Tek
Sis' got curves like a GS, 300 Lex
My body's 95% alcohol, 5% cancer
Sosa diamonds, Getty, Lucci, blaze it
the rain I'll heat up
And ya'll can't stop my sunshine, fuck one-time
Got heavy wit gats to push your face back
Trash-ass album sound like you played it