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You got to get ya cut get a coke make a soda Mix it up whip it up a put in a pot Cook it up let it sit till it rock chop It up bag it then put on the block I'm a roach in a raid trap I feel like new born Babies in car seats I'm suppose to stay straped Cause our country likes collard greens and grits Which seem like Spike Lee they screem fa nics But it keep calling me. Show me the ben ja mes Scard I'll be on the team I'll be 12 like enemies What's all the fuss about shut ya mouf cut it out Ya ass a hustla make mo green than brustle spruots Ya mad cause alcapon in a glida Like a football playa have a bar be que I want bark At you wit ya red shirts look like a football playa Wanna get rid of me cause I'm livin good in the Cook it up let it sit till it rock chop It up bag it then put on the block Cook it up let it sit till it rock chop It up bag it then put on the block
Written by: KEN LEADER, TONY CASTILLO, DARION CRAWFORD, SHAWN JOHNSON
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