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fancy car

I said "Dopeman Dopeman" that's who I am
I got lyrics by the pound and I sell'em for grams
I don't sell crack I sell coke bitch I'm a star

a Thot
All my cars robotic man they auto bots
I could never ever cuff her cause I ain't no cop
I ain't wife'n up shit
Finger ain't getting no rock
Unless

Night of the Living Rednecks

Dead Kennedys

Give Me Convenience or Give Me Death

1987

pickup drove up. It had KC lights, tractor tires, 
everything but the CB. It was a life-size Hot Wheels car for some dumb rich kid, 
right. Well, they

want more than a taste

Electric, kid magnetic
Stayed intrepid through depression
Been to hell and back
Can never crack
Had no direction

Hanging on by

and your fancy car, I said

I said "dope man Dopeman" that's who I am
I got lyrics by the pounds and I sell 'em for grams
I don't sell crack or sell coke

Escobar Escobar Escobar 
Moving that work like Pablo (Aye)
In a spaceship like Starlord (Aye)
With car load moving that cargo 
Dawg I be feeling like

Reduced to a couple shit I'm feeling like I got away
Dirt was by my lonely so I didn't have a lot to say
Looking for an empire but all they got was me

liking it
I saw a little kid I stole his bike and started biking it
I thought I got away but when I ducked around the corner
there was twelve cop cars I

many cop cars
This is more than music
Y'all know Prelude been been a movement
Y'all know Prelude always been cooler
Y'all know B Spill been ruthless

many cop cars
This is more than music
Y'all know Prelude been been a movement
Y'all know Prelude always been cooler
Y'all know B Spill been ruthless

Shit on You

D12

Devil's Night [Import Bonus CD]

2001

or your car
I'll shit on you
Fuck your house, fuck your jewelry and fuck your watch
I'll shit on you
Fuck your wife, fuck your kids, fuck your family

Shit on You

D12

Purple Pills [Shady Single]

2001

with me
I'll shit on you

You heard me
Bitch, I'll shit on you
D-12 will shit on you
I'll shit on you

Your life
Your wife
Your kids
Your car

Mario
Oh lord, Jetson Made another one

I put this drip together, just like a rockstar
Don't know my red light, we smash up cop cars
I talk my

to blow like a bomb
Let's play the drums
Ascend to the Top or sum'

Top down in the car, Matteo with the beats and I present the bars
 
Portraitist a hobby

killed some KiD man
I had to bounce back
I bought myself a Mac 
Sold my own car
And got back in the Stu

Forever moving forward
Im never looking back

Bullet numbers
Cop some guns, fully loaded, small tech
Give you a leverage, hate kill by itself
Praying on my downfall, aim is the mansion
Condo with

pandemic I will still remain the sickest
Got these bitches wishing MNH would be their husband
I tell 'em take a number, then please wait until you're

Sarah palin got too many kids, sarah palin got too many kids, I know it's obvious
I hope she die soon, arrive soon in India, Tinder is banned, you

Byrd Gang Money

Jim Jones

Harlem's American Gangster

2008

gang money.

Reminiscing on my first slant,
By the time I was sipping on my first Schlitz
Hit the game, I started as a look out,
See the fly cars that

would choose you 

Forever connected like Bluetooth
Cop a wraith talk to you thru the new roof 

Rest up my niggas 
Rest up my guys 

You're gone too soon

Chickens are ice grillin' it
Cops pullin' it over, Jigga react militant
Speed off, officer told me to turn the beat off
I turned it a level higher, then

a chill
Niggas get slain over basketball game
Man, the hood may never change
All these niggas do is bang
Cops want us all in chains
Chase us down

on the bus
While the other kids were causing ruckus. I'd say fuck it
Stand up. Start spitting the sickest bars. Straight
Disgusting
So ahead of my time instead

Yo c'mon man, what do you mean you don't want to ride with me nigga
C'mon, get in the car, get in the fuckin' car man
Yo why you trippin' man? Get