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my son and an extra foot for my daughter,
Gifts from a land that I don't even know I was
To slow to see that s-car-go you say I'm all
Blow no cash
that label
Sniffed so much 'caine, the bitch got able
Put the switch on, directed my cable
Splash! What head work and what ass
Bitch stop my dick
my son and an extra foot for my daughter,
Gifts from a land that I don't even know I was
To slow to see that s-car-go you say I'm all
Blow no cash
Triple X, dvd's, I got a whole stack in
Was snapped out of my daydream by something that I seen
I left the tissue full of spunk on the floor by my jeans
It
over your head, 
A fading lover in your bed, 
And a fleeting immortality balanced on the tip of your toe. 
I spent about eleven hours making love last
of mine
Till I caught him in my car trying to steal an Alpine
Chased him up the streets to call a truce
The silly cluck head pulls out a deuce deuce
and yelling and various offenses, lower the queen and bend her over the tub, against the state, the country, the committee, hold her head under the water please
stone, that those who do hear cannot again return

Home
Razzamatazz, there's nothing on my shoulder, lust is a must, shaving my
Head's made me
Bolder,
Till I caught him in my car trying to steal my Alpine
Chased him up the street to call a truce
The silly cluck head pulled out a deuce-deuce
Little
bang
Stay in the house that's the sound of the gangs, clef
By the time we figured out what happened
I was in an ambulance tellin' my cousin keep
Walking down the street 
With some evil in my eye 
And some thoughts in my head 
That were making me feel high 
On my head was a hoodi 
In my
a do-over?
Baby, ooh oh
Hey! Ooh oh

I plugged my phone in as I backed out the driveway
Then I started my car
Slipped out the door after I crept through her
my dick sucked by this bass head bitch
My marriage is all fucked , my wife is with the neighbors
Subpeonaed, now I gotta sign these fucking divorce
again!
Could I get a do-over?!
Baby, ooh oh
Hey, ooh oh

I plugged my phone in as I backed out the driveway,
Then I started my car
Slipped out
my name in the seats
Xbox in the front and the back DVDs
Got TVs in the head rest with the big wide screen
Got the navigation system with the phone in
the mic goes stale

Don't test me they can't arrest me
I'll fake right, cross-over and shoot lefty
You look upset, yo, calm down
You look like cable
Murphy Lee can I park my car?

No, no, I know y'all ain't say no uh oh
Be back in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4
And when I get back everybody gone hit
Till I caught him in my car trying to steal my Alpine
Chased him up the street to call a truce
The silly cluck head pulled out a deuce-deuce
Little
for all my thug niggas that hustle to make cheese
niggas scream
Ooh! Ooh!
for all them chicken heads who ain't scared to get on their knees
bitches
the mic goes stale

Don't test me they can't arrest me
I'll fake right, cross-over and shoot lefty
You look upset, yo, calm down
You look like cable
head resting uneasily on his folded arms
And the boy that smiled and the girl he went with

And in my eyes too
A waving craziness splitting them into
catching hernias
'cause yo, I take it serious
My sneaky dad dropped all his money in Nigeria
Every Puerto Rican here be yellin', "Please annex us!"
"Oh, are
screaming on these records that I'm rich
Calling people from my number now I block it 
Cause there's nothing worse then getting haunted by a stalkin' ass
the humbles I was shootin ( ? )
And now my time has come
And now hip-hop's an industry polluted by bums
Posin with guns, they're puffin mad blunts
Aiyo,
the name of the game 
Young brother getting over by slanging cane 
Gold around his neck 14 k he has it 
Bitches on his dick 24-7 plus he's making
Money