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I wonder if she gon' be wearin'
One of those tight outfit's
And you know that I like that shit
I ain't sayin' I ever met her but come on
You must be
of the ICP, yo I got me a checklins cashing
If I could spend it with the hoes I'm crashing
But don't get all geek slut
'cause I'm a buy ya some lava
the cash be; watchin for task force
Cause I know they comin but I'm reachin my goal
Fuck bummin, I'm makin sure I leave this whole game wit somethin
Crib in
gonna-be(s), want to-be(s), when will you learn
Want to be like Cool J., you gotta wait your turn
Some suckers don't like me, but I'm not concerned
Six-g (s)
Take high wit'cha just right, it'll be like Michael get ordered, a viper you know
Yeah, a viper cause you might lose a life to the side by like
What
gonna-be(s), want to-be(s), when will you learn
Want to be like Cool J., you gotta wait your turn
Some suckers don't like me, but I'm not concerned
Six-g (s)
niggas be watching, they speculate
Feeling myself but no masturbation
I'm 22, rich with no education
The world's gonna end one day, read it in
repeat
When I see these street shockin'
Easy if it need be then I just eat beats
And I'm Eazy-E, Compton
I eat meat like I'm EBT shopping
Credit Card
another day around the way
Feeling good today
I hear the- but I'm here to stay
Time to chill, hit the hill uptown, let's peep the sights
Shoot some
never get old
And the champagne's always cold
And the music is always good
And the pretty girls just happened to stop by in the hood
And they hop
representin' my hood still throwin' up.
Big money in the gang as the bread grow,
Candy old school drop top for the low,
Boys used to be sleepin on me but
gonna smoke out, until we choke out
Like some merry men, cowards I be burying
Coming around my shop with that see nigga you gets nothing
Just like DJ do
Them old heads say we need a modern day Moses
When the leaders is posers we needing some soldiers
It's the X generation, the anger is a nature
Got
do but I'm just really not sure
Waitress comes over, nobody in the place but me and her
Well it must be a holiday, there's nobody around
She studies me
see I was gonna be a preacher, huh, ay
Maybe I am, but to me, I feel like I'm a teacher, somewhat
'Cause I've been able to experience things that
a hard day
And my dick even harder, you whippin' the charges
You put your rims on and you think that you're balling
I'm whippin' a Bentley, I can't even
that cause he's observing
Won't be known until I'm gone and niggas study my bones
Mentally been many places, but I'm Brooklyn's own
In the physical,
got niggas that's mad 'cause I'm always with they bitch
Then you got niggas that just don't like me
You know the, those PhD niggas
But you know, I
teacher.
You die by the rhymes and the streets'll eat you.
The words are a gift we will never flaunt.
That's why we're gonna get everything we want.
Just
trimmer
Too and, by the way
Your diamond ring is cubic zirconium
I killed your goldfish accidentally
Just replaced it with another one
These are my
there won't be no ho in us
They pop shit like they're gonna do shit but no one does
From New York down to Texas, back up to Los Angeles
We've changed
real, I'm sorry)
Who thought their life was gonna change 'cause I gave 'em head on
But instead, I sped off, yeah, I know I'm dead wrong
Sorry
old school shit's fresh
But uh let's rock some of that fuckin' 1998 Kid Rock shit bro
I'm an Irish lad, but don't call me Clancy
I'm gonna rock it
5 that old school shit's fresh
But uh let's rock some of that fuckin' 1998 Kid Rock shit bro
I'm an Irish lad, but don't call me Clancy
I'm gonna
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