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Little Natey, what up Natey? Little Natey Bear! GET HIM! [Verse1] Now why you think dames like me? Cuz I bring pain nightly, trust me Only royalty checks sluts see are King James' Nikes Anyone, but me claim King, they liars I think they hires at BK to clean they friers That's a cardboard crown clown, it ain't like ours I play like cowards can get it to this flame mind powers Un-fuck-witable, it'll do more then just riddle you It'll shit on you, shuttle you to the spittle and spit on you Like, {hock}, cuz I'm a Charles Bronson double Double 9 double M's, starting constant trouble So any motherfucker thinking he's better, he's right He's only thinking he's better, he knows he ain't better then Write I'm too, evil to go emo C.O's hero, below zero freeze And I reload squeeze, and I mean so, below demons I see no reason to be so thieving to beat hoes at least for even No swoosh, Write won't sport it Rock Michael Jordan's like I signed a Nike endorsement Like I'd sign a Nike endorsement I say one of Lyson's torches, endorse it, mic's I'm scorching Flew over the road to the riches, went right to the fortune Make Sean Combs look like Sean Prince when I'm flossing Maybe that's why they hate first and ride dick right to the foreskin Once the promoter brings the kid out like an abortion [Hook] For the first and last time When you see me or interview me don't ask why I am that guy, mad high, blazing something Smoked out, saying nothing (nothing) when I pass by That's me, that's us O-Dot, you bitches, we some bastards Six grams per every session, ahemm, I got the dro I'll anwser all ya questions but then ya'll got to go [Verse 2] If I got a kid with you and I got a spliff Bitch you get not a hit, get you not, not a sniff with you When you hot as grits, lot of kids diss you Get mad at me is Jet magazine, not a big issue I'll probably be the third white rapper to get bills But I'll probably be the first white rapper to get killed Walking fire hazard lighting matches, any hotter in the booth And the sprinklers shooting water from the roof Atomic dog hogging up all of ya chronic Walking thru women vomitting, hollering monosyllabic Fuck fresh to death, I'm so fresh my whole flesh Just ressurrects, so in no less then the best I'm dressed Clothes unpressed, like I, just woke up On stuff, like I don't give one fifth of a whole fuck Nike airs, nah they wrinkle And diamonds are forever in my ear like I hear Kanye's single Your young ho is a fiend for promytheszine, she gung ho So I showed her lean like Young Dro Then she showed to me this tongue roll Brain that'd make a genius dumb slow Made her clean the cum though What I mean is I'm so, mean it's un-b Lieveable, even no witnesses seen the gun smoke Young Yosemite Sam with cannons Can't no enemies stand for the hand Demand 'em, entire jammed em [Hook]
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