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what we eat
Keep food off the mind and keep weight off the body
All you gotta do is keep my name out your mouth
And stop frowning like you hostile
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
Publishing/Showbilly Music
New lyrics by Cledus T. Judd (I stopped here due to the album details stopped here...but I knew Cledus would have been listed in there...so I
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio nigga, and do it again

To the beat y'all, and it don't stop
It goes on cause I don't stop
fuckin' way
But here I am, workin' in the studio
And your album ain't out because you're movin' slow
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio
Hello, how can I help you?
Hi, my name’s Dave Burd, I have an appointment today
It’s probably under 'Lil Dicky,' actually
I’m a, I’m a rapper, so
get out of it
Any and all should fall, many are small should call
Naughty By Nature the creator of all y'all
Show hope, show no hope and can't cope,
my ring encaged
Truck, necklace, igloo ring and things
For the bitches, who see them rims spin and grin
That shit with the V-trim that win
ring encaged
Truck, necklace, igloo ring and things
For the bitches, who see them rims spin and grin
That shit with the v-trim that win
And the enormous
my ring encaged
Truck, necklace, igloo ring and things
For the bitches, who see them rims spin and grin
That shit with the V-trim that win
YO, is in this to win this 
A brand new LP SO MIND YOUR BUSINESS 
No jokin, I'm gettin paid fully 
You want to buy the cassette, stop by Sam Goody
a candle like Mariah, I'm so fire
When I step in the club, get low!, like Flo Rider
Cause I'm a Pimp
You can tell by the limp
When I step aside
a Jag truck 
Mad stuck either with a dime or a bad duck 
Double are T with the matchin bandana 
38-snub blue steel with no hammer 
And I see all ya
Blackout 
Jay! Fuck that 
This is it right here baby! 
You know what it is 

Yo, I used to have bad luck 
Now you might see me in a Jag truck
College Dropout to drop and then flop
Then maybe he stop savin' all the good beats for himself
Roc-A-Fella's only niggas that helped
My money was thinner
Y'all know me, still the same O.G. but I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese, no deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys, no
give a f***

Zoning off one joint
Stop in a limo, hop in the window
Shopping the demo with gun point
A lyricist without a clue
What year is this?
F***
give a fuck

Zoning off one joint
Stop in a limo, hop in the window
Shopping the demo with gun point
A lyricist without a clue
What year is this?
Fuck
Y'all know me, still the same O.G. but I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese, no deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys, no
chickens want to cluck outside
(Timbaland: Yo' Fab, it must be the truck outside)
And mami can't stop eyein
And when I said my rims was only nineteens,
nonstop, it's the first two letters of my name
Competitors are slain by this intelligent gunner
Quick to pop the trunk like an elephant hunter

And you
don't you panic cause we won't stop
until hip-hop, is all it could be, now
You can't checks it when I flex it yo I wreck shhhh
You're turning me off like
money by the sewer
Broccoli head, lookin' kind of super
Life, right, almost white
She had a fresh shot, vice grip tight
She said don't stop, I said
hear?)
Dumping tracks for the kids who truck for better funk
Man the wait was kind of brutal, but still it's the vibe
Ever cheering for the hip hop cause
(Jay) Fuck that 
(This is it right here baby)
You know what it is

Yo, I used to have bad luck 
Now you might see me in a Jag truck
Mad stuck,