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by Colin "Bulby" York and Linford "Fatta" Marshall
At Mixing Lab Studio, Kingston, JA
Additional Remix by Jimmy Braelower
Programming by Andy Marvel
by Colin "Bulby" York and Linford "Fatta" Marshall
At Mixing Lab Studio, Kingston, JA
Additional Remix by Jimmy Braelower
Programming by Andy Marvel
for the walk to the van
As luncheon awaits us while all the girls tan
And social engagements commence by the sand
Now our day is complete
We faced
Des Moines
We can pack tomorrow, tonight let's flip a coin

Heads Carolina, tails California
Somewhere greener, somewhere warmer
Up in the mountains,
Des Moines
We can pack tomorrow, tonight let's flip a coin

Heads Carolina, tails California
Somewhere greener, somewhere warmer
Up in the mountains,
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
bed by the day,
Dreams of van carpooling to work

A gun by your side
Revenge on your mind
Gone shooting!
Thrills in the night
Shiver your spine
Des Moines
We can pack tomorrow, tonight let's flip a coin

Heads Carolina, tails California
Somewhere greener, somewhere warmer
Up in the mountains,
killing me
My second pack of cigarettes
It's a slow night but there's time yet
Here comes John from his other life
He may be driving to his wife
But
Y'all know what this is (D-Block!)
Oh yeah, by the way
This is the remix (Woo!)

[Chorus]
You can kiss your ass goodbye (d-block, d-block,
your parakeet, with scissors, clip his head
Then get the charcoal, whassup, burn your dog's legs
Walk by the barbershop, and hit the glass with eggs
Then
[Chorus: x4]

[Kurupt]
Yeah
The streets is ran, by heats and mini vans
Invading the spaces, chucks and fat laces
The "I Don't Give A Fuck" committee's
Y'all know what this is (D-Block!)
Oh yeah, by the way
This is the remix (Woo!)

[Chorus]
You can kiss your ass goodbye (d-block, d-block,
the Sprinter Van
Run a full court game, no one-on-one
Take this dope, hit a one on one
Ain't nothing else to do, she wanna cum for fun
I'm by myself, I brung no
goin' feel this steel

Walk with me through the ghetto where the packs get sold
And them niggas sellin' the work ain't half as old
as the fiends
Des Moines?
We can pack up tomorrow.
Tonight, let's flip a coin

Heads, Carolina tails, California
Somewhere greener, somewhere warmer
Up in
It's the dippy dippy don, now you heard that
Let's take it back, where the original Tim the bird at?
I got shit here to make you down on twelve-pack
and Mike
Driving down Van Dyke
Get my dick sucked late at night by a fuckin' transvestite
Still on probation for strangling my boy Jason
Should be taking my
Though y'all know he don't play, right? 
Tnt throws a nigga out a moving van in broad daylight
And he was shackled by hands and feet
Then they say he
But knowledge is refined by the wise and divine
And I can break it down for the dumb and the blind
Unnatural acts, to actual facts
Like cats that
Now we cut to
The last ten laps
And here comes junior
Sneakin up from the back of the pack
With fire in his eyes
Wavin out the window
As he's
ain't exact
For the past four or five she was banned by the pack
Hip to the witness, putting on a plan
No money, no more Puddy Tat for the man
Jack
Makin five fifty somethin, barely controlling shit
Keep frontin, I'ma hurt ya
Now your face getting scraped by asphalt
Off a somersault, flesh wound
Bring
Honk yo horn as she's walking by right now
Yeah

I need some of that, so fresh out the pack
I'll pop yo cherry like a bottle, take a swing
from Chanel 
And Seebeeaki, smelling up my Kawasaki 
Jawns by Versace all them joints by Jockey 

Clock me workin real hard for a nickel 
He drive