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at I and I can't stand it
Wanna be down with the Day-Glo
Knocking on my door, saying, "a yo yo"
Knocking on my door, saying, "a yo yo"
"I got a funky
ejecting your demo (your demo) 

Stretch lamborghinis with four doors, with four floors 

Followin right behind yours, basic Continental 

Get out your
smell the venom on their breath
Hypnytis

[Chorus]

Alright now, I'm about to break the hypnytis down
It's characterized by a certain type
the hypnytis down
It's characterized by a certain type of lifestyle
People that treated you foul just want to be nice now
Smile and raise their eyebrows when
Of eighty nine they envision me 
Warm days and the cold beer chemistry 
Eventually broken up by responsibilities and such 
Sometimes this era mentally I
of eighty nine they envision me 
Warm days and the cold beer chemistry 
Eventually broken up by responsibilities and such 
Sometimes this era mentally I
wake up and decide to comprise the new shit
It's not some watered down version of what my favorite crews did
Puff the magic komodo bitch
Rappers
as in times
of eighty-nine they envision me
Warm days and the cold beer chemistry
Eventually broken up by responsibilities and such
Sometimes this era
drops
I'm kickin' down the door-crushed cool box
Rockin' the bells like a madman
Dissin', event-flippin' the script-but then I made my first $50,000
real. 
I'm 'bout to do my thing to shine. 
Said everybody
Shine. 
See'mon."

It's not luck that I'm sittin' here 
Spittin' for y'all.
Preeld in by
on the map
And by now I know I'm hitting
Cause I say a rhyme and girls be like, "Uh no he didn't"
I'm so nonchalont, word to my uncle and my aunt
I serve
a demo
Switch up ya ammo, fill out the memo
Now you got the dogs locked up in the kennel
Rat, talking to the cops like that
On a 3-4 P you can't cop
the can
My man had the same case, that's my word
Spent three years in the same place, he still there
Came down for a pill, it was still real there

Money
a thought that she was beautiful
Soul Train Awards I go to not my daughters funeral
I stay drunk and high like I'm imperial
Surrounded by more white groupies
used to follow them hip-hop tours 
Handin my demos out at backstage doors 
I'm through trying to be the next Dr. Dre 
I'd rather just smoke this rock
arrogant. Can why'all blame him?
It was straight embarra**ing how why'all played him
Last year shoppin my demo, I was tryin' to shine
Every motherf***er