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Well I'm riding round the |
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Benz truck with fake friends |
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Word, here they come now, yo |
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Ricky lend me couple lenses |
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For lunch and all of that, |
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I got to listen to this nonsense |
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What the hell |
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Crumb, don't you have a consciense? |
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I'll treat the vogue, get the gold, chuck a heat in gear |
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Don't understand it til the blood sucker beat it |
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I see my doc, |
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I'm said 'yo, doc, how's the health there' |
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Don't worry bout these pretzel muthas acting like your welfare |
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Word to parasites, tell me, hasn't it ever occured of |
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Stand on your own two, please, |
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I never heard of |
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By the window in the bathroom, that one did it |
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Got a dress like a brother, then both of them will quit it |
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Potential is intelligent, and it's me you wanna rock |
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Hey, half cent hookers trynna act like snobs, get a job... [DJ scratches] [Slick Rick:] |
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You want a damn hood? |
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No, here she go, |
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I'm a gonna try, here to try it |
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Rick, my baby needs pampers; so buy 'em |
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Come on take me to |
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Pizza Hut, work class cow |
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What would your man say if he could see your slut ass now |
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For five bucks, cool, window while she drives, barely missed him |
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Pissed him, dissed him, turn up the system |
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You ought of treat, that's the dinner, |
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I'm hungry, said her daughter |
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She tried to crawl behind home, and heat bread & water |
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A rich girl, don't like, |
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I said he's always the best |
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Yea, whatever, no question, project destined |
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Yo, what the hell is with you people, are you all incoherent? |
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Fifty years old, and still you living with your parent? |
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Not a break to breathe, yell on the phone |
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Take all I own, everything, and leave me the hell alone |
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Word up, now shorty rock steals her ride |
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For you half cent hookers trynna act like snobs, now get a job... [DJ scratches] [Slick Rick:] |
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Reserve my hotty, it's the not, used to buying pearls |
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Please drive me across the whole entire world |
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My new man still can't work and he ain't too bright in math |
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Like it's my fault he couldn't manage money like that |
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Survive with your man, |
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I didn't say grind the strife |
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And even worse when they never heard of 9 to 5 |
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And you can't be gentle, or they get all sentinental |
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I don't work for white people, well work for |
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Oriental Her baby's mother, her friend, that's why plenty get killed |
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I'm in Peru, kids hurt, and |
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I need twenty mil |
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On man written traps, deaf, dumb, blind too |
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I lost my wallet, son, sorry |
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Grams, lost mine too |
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Lonely on the step, but still |
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I have a cold heart |
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So on the spot, is one horny old fart |
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Word thinking he intelligent, it's me you wanna rock |
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And all you half cent hookers trynna act like snobs, get a job... [DJ scratches] |
