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suspension like a sports car Shaunte got big lips and handlebars Put it on Tim like a porno star Run back the tape in the VCR I'm comin baby like
to the number two division Sellin bootleg movies, got my VCR on a ove' smove' Be at Fat Tuesday's, drinkin tropical it's just sittin At a table with
upsetting? Who tapes, 'Thirty Something' on their VCR's? Who's got child on board stickers on their cars? Whose last names are hyphenated? (Sensitive new age
the Timbaland People walkin' around sayin' to theyself "Damn!" People can't realize who the fuck who I am I'm like the VCR tech they call bad People don't
the true and living Beware the new world order, the Devil's new religion Sent my homey to the number two division Sellin' bootleg movies, got my VCR
Brainiac, with a zany act, cleptomaniac Before I go to work I smoke me a fat sack Of indo, then climb through the window And eye the VCR, and load it
twisting my cigars Floor model TV with the VCR Got rubies in my damn chain Whip ain't got no gas tank But it still got wood grain Got your girl working
cause you don't even reply with a hey (sorry) And my boys think I'm gay cause I play VCR In my car all alone speakers waking up neighbors Alright my
a VCR, I would rewind it Take off your Vicky bra and let me inside it I might get excited if I get invited But, baby don't fight it 'Cause this is
memorize the words to the porno movies This is a new religion to me I'm a VCR funeral, a dead memory waste My smile's a chainlink fence that I have put
a VCR, I would rewind it Take off your Vicky bra and let me inside it I might get excited if I get invited But, baby don't fight it 'Cause this is
Said she had a man but was locked up in Attica Freak off with the VCR to my camera After that shit that happened to Tupac Yell rape? Show 'em
the VCR I took your breath away Then we performed CPR With all the cars, the clothes, the lights, the boats I guess I was just trying to sow my
Screaming, "Shoot don't please" I put my fifth back on my hip It's like a VCR rewinding a hit He put his hands back on his bitch My caravan doors open up I
one Screamin, "Shoot don't please" I put my fifth back on my hip It's like a VCR rewindin a hit He put his hands back on his b**** My caravan
man the news, yeah You want to buy a truck and need a new VCR Vic he gonna say he knows where they are Roll over Vic Vella, I see that panda-car
apartment that you burglarized You started to run but didn't get far 'Cause under your arm was a VCR Hey, in Walla I'll see you in Walla Walla Slap
upsetting? Who tapes, 'Thirty Something' on their VCR's? Who's got child on board stickers on their cars? Whose last names are hyphenated? (Sensitive new age
swallow the struggle I might connect you to a VCR, add delay, bug you I'm not a gangsta, I hate thugs too I'm just a nigga that painted a picture without
And my mouth stay dry ''cause I swallow the struggle I might connect you to a VCR, add delay, bug you I'm not a gangsta, I hate thugs too I'm just
is all right So go leave your VCR on the porch overnight And as for the people they all stand proud Senior citizens party with the hip-hop crowd
couldn't bring the party To life with CPR Pass the mic and go set the VCR So I can blow up the show and dissappear With the baddest chicks with The fattest
where we sock on lips We break on jaws, niggas since VCR's, nigga We hope out cars, nigga I be groovin' till I die Smokin' weed until I'm fried I could
burned and scarred Trade in ya history for a VCR Cinema, simulated life, ill drama Fourth Reich culture, Americana Chained to the dream they got you
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