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Po-po's guessin if the stolen car gonna do a drive-by
Wet em up from his shoulders, leave him bye-bye
Now mama cry-cry, but it ain't my time to either
Little Orphan Annie and sweet sue too
They've been coming around
Gives 'em somethin' to do
Their mamas all warned 'em not to come to town
It got
My neighbor Carl, he lives next door
Pink flamingos on his porch
At night he teaches driving school
And he sits out by his plastic pool
He takes off
miss a Sunday service, never got tattoos
Every time we drive by wavin', I see right through
Tudutudutudu, fuck you too

Mama said steer clear
Before you tore off in his car

Here you are running these dirty old streets
Tattoo on your neck, fake gold on your teeth
Got the hood here snowed, but
the value of a woman

A real man has got nothin' to prove
He's strengthened by love
And the Lord up above
So do the best that you can
To be a real man
13 and already knocked up
But the little black daddy don't give a fuck
Her mama mad cause she gave up
Took her to church every week, it couldn't save
you tore off in his car

Here you are running these dirty old streets
Tattoo on your neck, fake gold on your teeth
Got the hood here snowed, but you
make me take you out back

Tattoos, sweet tea, NASCAR Sunday
Hard hat, head back to work on Monday

My kind of country
Little league, bass boats
(talking)
Damn girl, you got a tattoo right there
I like that, ooh shit, sexy than a motherfucker
Can I kiss that

(Chorus - 2x)
Is it on your chest
Po-po's guessin if the stolen car gonna do a drive-by
Wet em up from his shoulders, leave him bye-bye
Now mama cry-cry, but it ain't my time to either
a drive-by
Wet em up from his shoulders, leave him bye-bye
Now mama cry-cry, but it ain't my time to either die-die
So ask me why-why, but I feel that God owe
My brother got out of rehab
Right around Christmas time
Mama made a turkey
Daddy was worried he was gonna have to break up a fight

Everybody was
Rabid to the core, bloody blue
I call him Billy Blad
His teeth cut, he's got tattoos yeah

Don't call the doctor
Don't call the priest
I need some
radical,
Addict, skill that brings avid adolescents to drag us,
Everywhere in there beats by, they be lovin' the speech I teach my beast I eat, 
when
a faded tattoo

Was a tough state trooper 'til a decade back
When that girl who wasn't mama caused his heart attack
He didn't care about us when he was
at
Yo I'm cruisin' down the ave in my black cadillac
Hey Goombaa, where's it at
I got the Brooklyn pride that's where it's at

[Verse Two: performed by
Rabid to the core, bloody blue
I call him Billy Blad
His teeth cut, he's got tattoos yeah

Don't call the doctor
Don't call the priest
I need some
I'm the Fireman
Fire, Fa, Fireman
I got that fire I'm hollering
I got that fire come and try me and
You can spark it up and I'm a put you out
Shhh the fireman's comin'
I'm the fireman
Fire, fa, fireman
I got that fire I'm hollering
I got that fire come and try me and
You can spark it
I'm the Fireman
Fire, Fa, Fireman
I got that fire I'm hollering
I got that fire come and try me and
You can spark it up and I'm a put you out
You can
I'm the Fireman
Fire, Fa, Fireman
I got that fire I'm hollering
I got that fire come and try me and
You can spark it up and I'm a put you out
You can
Down in the Delta there's a tattoo parlor
With a black and white picture hangin' on the wall
Oh, oh of a stripper
The men are still talkin' 'bout
radical,
Addict, skill that brings avid adolescents to drag us,
Everywhere in there beats by, they be lovin' the speech I teach my beast I eat, 
when
time, kill, months, still

I got somebody baby mama calling me daddy
I drank too much, please call me a cabby
Penthouse after party hoes want that