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Racecars and Weed Jars
I got a style for
Every bump in ya face
Grease ball ass n***a
Pontiac Judge
Open and Shut Case you know
I'm bow tied 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 beware of us
We break it off like an
Engagement gone bad
I fill ya jacuzzi with them groupies
Make it a bird bath
Miss me No you didn't b***h
With that bullshit '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 baby girl
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
Wide frame
Everything with wings 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 to
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 n***a didn't die
I got highed up so
I could autograph the sky
Fool
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