Lyrics:
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But matter fact, got more chesse than nacho
Not from rap, when I used to fuck wit Pancho
I'm in the class, all by myself
Now you haters wanna
without a doubt I'm comin' back and if you don't know
call me S. I. R. T. double O
I like to say these rhymes, I do it all the time
I make my own
beat
Back in the back
Of a Cadillac
Number one put a bullet out my power pack
Yes I'm in a bang
I'm with a gang
They got to catch me if they want
Some days I just want to up and call it quits
I feel like I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks
Every time I go to get up I just fall in pits
My
One for the treble, two for the bass
Jazzy Jeff and Fresh Prince back up in your face
Me and Jeff again, "Oh my" you say
1985 to the Y2K
The new
respected by the artist I was listening
To, but not no more, them days are history
Skip the red carpet, you lookin' for me?
Oh God (yeah)
You might
Uh, yeah, yeah
Backseat of my Jeep, I swing a episode
Young sister wants to stroll with a heavy load
She say "It ain't the way you bend it, it's
Some days I just want to up and call it quits
I feel like I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks
Every time I go to get up I just fall in pits
My
of Arizona still can't grow a
Thing in dirt, I'm hurt
You don't know Solomon Burke or
James Brown did work
Or the son of Bazerk, Ike turner beats
Before he got
one out to all the funky inspirations
Pretty Purdie on the drums with the beat relations
Well, I'm working on rhymes, they're coming line by line
like a brand new horse
I'm rollin' my stone, gather no moss
Mommy, I'm coming, I hope you get off
Or rock your own boat like Aaliyah, then talk
Back
In the night time
Well I come home from work
You know I'm tired of the beat
I try to make some supper
Get myself something to eat
I jump in the shower
standing on two feet
While I make the hotties move to the hip-hop beat
You know it's realer killer, realer than you can imagine
Using every source of pain
a little sentimental when they play
The same old songs we sang back then
Oh when you hold me tight and say you want me too
I'll get a little sentimental
a moment goes by
That I don't pray to the sky
Please, I'm beggin' you God
Please don't let me be pigeon holed in no regular job
Yo I hope you can hear me
I drove a beat up tractor down a one lane road
Pick her up early and away we'd go
Down to the river by the edge of her daddy's farm
We used to lay
by summer seventeen
I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen
I'm out on bond so I gotta beat it
Half a million to my lawyer 'cause he undefeated
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a-ha. Where you goin', Virgil, a-ha?"
"I'm goin' over to one of those discotechs!"
"You come back here, Virgil, a-ha!"
"Never give in to sin
Back to back and side to side
There's only music on my mind
Nothing to worry about but the beat
I wanted you to come and dance with me
But you
you resist
Pull up like Jordan
I'm ballin', whenever I shoot it goes swish
Roll up another one pull me another one
I want another one
Every time that I
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Now that you heard our rap and you caught a contact
(And by now you're all to be blasted)
We want you all to know that we got to go
(But it was
but when I’m back I’ll Brawn it.
Paddle back to the place you only see green.
A bight into the coastline could float you to the mainstream.
Take me
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