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every ride? Cause I got to, I got to nigga Live life you ain't gone live it twice Pop 'cris, smoke dro, and get that white Don't worry 'bout the price
it's sexy. Sex reminds her of eating spaghetti. I am wasted but I'm ready. If you wanna move it so, why don't you make it go. Prove to everybody who doesn't
Woo-Hah I got you all in check And you know we come through to wreck the disco tech Woo-Hah I got you all in check Throw your hands up in the air don't
lines than the late John Belushi sniffed Screw who you get, try your luck But I'm not in the mile high club so I don't give a flying fuck Puffing herb
am I wrote rhymes with my cart and a cap In junior high, indeed he became Super Fly Went into high school, soon it became my school The girls would sweat but couldn't
Junior lean bank account stretching like rubber beans Rubber bands till some crazy rims are sipping fam Right here in this city this vacinity Don't pitty me pity the fool cause I'm like mr t
I'm Rob-O, the super spectacular Brown skinned junior from Africa Blowin up so it's, possible to freak See the highlight, in fly writing, don't give
drop check em throughly The bastard might spin around and try to bury me And dead niggaz don't make no moves When I'm slingin in the hood I don't fake
flyers The crowd is fat, the people jumpin over wires The 5 train runnin, the crew comin down from Dyer Footline express, the last car but we don't fire
they sed I was really really bad Didn't really make me sad Im used to being tha loser But u I think ure super So much I had to pursue ya I don belive
if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh Uh, uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh Representin
properties I paralyze a parasite with pen and paper perception The power of a Porsche at performing phenomenal perfection Don't query our quest or
Fam', my fifth black in the air Y'all don't want none, lead ya back down the stairs Once the Mac appear Four heat, I ain't hit 'im, shoot back fire wit
dashing, I ain't clashing my lac I'd rather let my nigga drive I'ma chill in the back I'ma smoke janey, the radio don't play me Except the real niggas
but it ain't gon be no easy task See me with the Mac-11, sending fifty through your glass Am I losing my mind, I don't know and I don't really give a
to test us? Do it Do it You don?t have a chance to step to it My shit wasn?t no river So you can?t run through it Your dry lyrics ain?t got enough fluid