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I'm SPM you know my name |
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I'm the one that came about the dope game |
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I've payed my dues and kept my cool |
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I'm the one that told your kid to stay in school |
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I'm from the streets thank god for rap |
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I creep through my hood in the smoke gray 'llac |
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Contradiction on my chest, Versace on my clothes |
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I got too many, too many heh YO |
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I'm shaking baking cookies turning rookies into vets |
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I used to see my dreams through a foggy pyrex |
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My lex is outside plus I got a 64 |
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But my Benz is wrapped up around a telephone pole |
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I'm dripping candy wet and I'm swanging 84s |
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Nothing but the screw banging in my radio |
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I'm blowing this Mary and I'm sipping on sherry |
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Give my homies mama money for his commissary |
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My name is.. |
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sssss ppppp mmmmm |
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south park Mexican |
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heh you pass the green of weed tweedle lee tweedle la |
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living like a king fill the steam in my SPA |
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before I walk I gotta teach myself to crawl |
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I started off small now I'm stronger than the law |
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you know my name I'm SPM |
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in this rap game I'm the creme a la cram |
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I tell you what it is |
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and I'll tell you what it was |
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exotic foreign minx and imported Asian rugs |
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police at my door fedarals on my phone |
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I guess I'm making too much money with my microphone |
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I did my time no sunshine |
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it seems like they only wanna handcuff mine |
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Uh I used to be a shoe shina |
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now I sip aunt jamima |
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I go to sleep in Europe and wake back up in China |
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I take 'em break 'em down represent that H-Town |
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I'm Los el Mehicano in english Charlie Brown |
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my top is on drop and my trunk is on pop |
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my girl is snow white in the form of a rock |
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my hot block is in this in this rap I break against |
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blowing into rolling 20 dollar pinnas |
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dances with the wolves in my southern side hood |
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got seven brick houses all made out of wood |
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I'm either at the park where my homies shooting jumpers |
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or in the limousine getting freaked by head hunters |
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you now my name |