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Got you [Hook One] Yo where you at? Right here; what'd you spit? Light years I'm fresh - like a new pair of white Airs Stay crazy, blaze daily; say babies, raise ladies Buck 50, keep the change - here's a buck 80 [Hook Two] Yo where you at? Right here; what'd you spit? Light years I'm fresh... Stay crazy, blaze daily; say babies, raise ladies Buck 50, keep the change - here's a buck 80 Chicks dig how I spit it, ladies love the phlegm I don't ball with none of y'all, I'm still above the rims And the roundhouse kicks, had the streets, huggin these jims Drop jewels, even fools be lovin the gems (dig it) Let's get it on and poppin, and keep it activated I hope you mean advanced, speakin on any plans rap-related I body my verses, rip the beat, shape it Press rewind, play it, say it, get me reincarnated Like retards gettin pussy, I dumb in the cut You wake up in jail cells, with a thumb in your butt You ain't a thug, I run the club with rum in the cup Ready to rush your DJ, just to make your music jump (punk) That's why I go to clubs with like ten beams And the white mens I run with can't jump, cause they own the team And if you ain't Kim, it seems you don't know me I spit 16's in your face like twin Kobe's [Hook One] - 2X [C-Rayz Walz] Chances get slim like {?}, that shapeshift Cause Snoop done wrecked +Gin & Juice+ like BET, and my Chi homey Who's fuckin with dis? Have you duckin the hits Leave you stuck in desert with a bucket of piss (bitch) Sit in the passenger seat, while I'm crashin your Jeep Hot potato was the only way you herbs was passin the heat (c'mon son) You a mangina, and a prom queen-ah Who learn how to thug from fans and don divas This is that Hell Rell shit, that spell well kid I snuff buildings, if I wanna sell bricks Deal with thick {?}, no time for fine dimes My lines got +Big+ potential like I write for Shyne And I'm master of the cypher, Lord of the Rings And my third-eye blings, like +The Scorpion King+ And that's exactly what sounds funny see Cause next time I rap, it'll be on the soundtrack for Mummy 3 [Hook One] + [Hook Two] [C-Rayz Walz] The game's painstaking, I remain ancient Claims to have your dame dancin naked on 'posin train stations Cats'll push a button, mush ya wifey button Never mind your business, divine intervention's when you butt in I don't spit no more, I circle while at games Quick to give you barbed wire thongs for your granny panties You bitch made, couldn't stab a track with a switchblade After you dictate, tell me how my dick taste Put 7 in your chest, if you owe them / Odom checks And I ain't talkin 'bout the Clippers, leave your jersey a mess I'm a veteran, respect me, my basic spit Make these young players better, like Jason Kidd And if I'm gettin paper, it's cause I'm rippin flavor I'm nice around the mic like the Wizard players Spit a verse that deserve a replay Get on some humble shit like YO, GIVE IT UP FOR THE DJ [Hook One] - 2X
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