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Racecars and W**d Jars

Ni**a

I got a style for every

Bump in ya face

Greaseball a** ni**a

Pontiac Judge

Open and Shut Case

You Know I'm bowtied till I die

Though I made an

Exception for the '69

So quick off the line

Coin double side

But no matter what we heads up

We in the yard

Tell ya dawgs they should

Be aware of us

We break it off like an

Engagement gone bad

I fill ya jacuzzi with them groupies

Miss me No you didn't b**ch

With that b******t "Miss me"

Tryna claim Spitta' name

Tryna be Miss Me

All of that is kicks to me

Silly rabbit trickery

You only around because

My spot is where you wish to be

Hope to catch me sleepin

By bein freaky

But babygirl let me be

The first to say

It's not that easy

I wasn't born yesterday

Nor later on that evening

Just had to get that out the way

And make the playing field even

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And the view from the

Rockin chair improve

But I am yet to see a team

F**kin with the crew

Near and far saw it all Wideframe

Everything with Wangs

Ain't a plane mayne

Indo get rolled up like

Car windows

Avoiding the policeman

Them Carl Winslows

The wind blown in changed

And I am not mad

Ol'-Garbage-Bag rappers

Need ta find a style fast

It's written all over niggas

Like a Dapper Dan

Survive rough lands

Cactus plants growin in desert sands

Alive I stand never dead;

Though a ni**a didn't die

I got highed up so

I could autograph the sky

Fool

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Definitely dress down

And everybody here know it

Yo A snow white aston on

A ground with a poet

Know as the kid who told you

To come to the crib

Threw a bag on your lap

And told you don't blow the kids

We mealed up

Actually my flowing is real tough

Sport these gazelles

Faded leather or real rough

Bank account don't even question

Spent all my money last year

Buying shear investments

Marvelous gangsta new york ni**a

Make me shank something

Rather screw honeys who ain't cuffing

All my life six black kids stole a rifle

Kick dice and strip you and slice you

So listen young niggas

Ima give you some jewels quick

Don't ever rat your friends out

You'll stand in a pool of sh*t

Looking like a crab a** faggot

Sooner or later them boys that

Was hating on got the ratchets

Achets

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