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at a court run towards camera
Her response to that was just "Check, please"
Fuck that my man you can't let these (moments)
Pass you by like "tick tock"
I'm
From the bar to the bedroom I'm swimming in the neon
Lighted pictures of a redhead, plastic-coated hot on
And sometimes when that mirror shows
and ya rib, is how a few of us live
The rest is always in dept, feel the heartaches of stress
Can't argue 'cause God makes the test 
I hear oldies from
united by a struggle
Going down
You've got to walk into the water
With your sister and your daughter
In this free world

If I wore your shades could I
and carrying plastic glocks
And please don't try to test us 'cause you know we'll let these bitches pop
On you hoes, you haters, you niggaz really like us
We know, yes we know
I set my ego on fantastic.
Still, you're fuckin' with my plastic
Take a second and medicate it
Dedicated, medicated, 
They
don't need no master, flasher
Test a prankster gangster like a gatt much faster
Get the band aid, the kid front hard knock
I sport more techniques
the count
Drowned by the Count, for the last red ounce

[Bridge x2]
Freak fantastic
Rock for the masses [Repeat: x1]
Plastic explosives, ferocious
my nose,
Plastic surgery's best.
To cut down my weight off comes my left leg.
I pass a swimming costume test.
Are my sideboards too long,
Don't my
With yellow eyes  my green face  my pink and white afro 
I'm no toy kid  your style is made by Hasbro 
G'niff gnapp  you think you got that real
and your man blasted
Kidnapped and slapped in a van wrapped in Saran plastic
Get your damn ass kicked, by these fantastic
Furious four motherfuckers
Flashing
unmarked vans, disguised as a light tan
With plastic phasers in rubber hands
Fuck fame, I shoot a hole in a 50 cent piece to test my aim
How dare you call
the essence
Try to test this, scientist, able and reckless

Slaughter, Nautica'd down, frames look petite
Ten millis, mix designed just for my physique
I
infested
Giving the jealous niggas sickness, the witness
My crew dresses, in vest-es, feel the essence
Try to test this, scientist, able and reckless
everything, know I got

Compton, Compton, ain't no city quite like mine

(Ay, Dre what's happenin' wit' it my nigga!)

Still I'm at it, peel the plastic
vans, disguised as a light tan
With plastic phasers in rubber hands
Fuck fame, I shoot a hole in a 50 cent piece to test my aim
How dare you call
talking your shit 

Brother man I ain't got no regrets 

We used to ride side by side 

Two intellectuals with nothing to hide 

Together we lost our powder
brains
I'm pissed, y'all niggaz shouldn'ta fucked with this
I clutch my fo-fifth, I puncture yo shit
I blast a nigga, plastic bag stick a nigga
Got love
me
Comin' straight outta QB
Pushin' an Infiniti
You ask can I rip it constantly? Mentally?
Definitely, to the death of me
Come and test me
Trust
Macs and reacts to open niggas' backs
Welcome to the dome of terror, the era of the evil side
Take niggas out the run like drive-by's
Come come, test
of terror, the era of the Evil Side
Lay fools out in rhymes like drive-by's
Come, come, test this, let's just
See yo' face taste ??? then just this
No
[Verse 1]
I'm hot enough to make your skin bubble
Packin a Smith & Wesson
Uh oh, trouble, don't say nothin
You can tell that I'm evil
By
Limit run the world nigga, we can't be stopped 

Like a blast from my sawed off fool, ha, I'm deadly 

Do you really want to test me nigga, I said I'm
you violate mine I'm getting back at you kid
Don't let it get to the gun clappin and shit
Plastic wrap back smack you in the back of ya wig
I, make it
twist this
mutha fucking plastic because you're a true bitch from the westside
About five-ten, two-twenty with scars on your thighs
And that's they type

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