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(This some real shit) Uhh, Drift off, to a place you wanna be I, I, I wanna go back to my mansion Not the one in Cleveland, The one in the Hamptons You take the lamb, I'm takin the phantom My girls got some friends And she want me to grab'em Yea, I keep the new Porsche present, Where da hoes at, and why they not dancing Had an asthma attack in that trailer Down south where I was at, And I ain't wake up gaspin Matter fact, I ain't wake up for a few days IV's had them mufuckas in two veins And momma ain't know what to do Middle of the night Baby boy laid out on the couch not breathin Momma started screamin She ran to to the phone But when she dialed 9/11 all she hear was the tone Cus we was in a small town called Ideal Where the people had to call on God for the heal SongtexteMeanwhile here I am half dead on the couch Momma ran out bangin on everybody house Less than a minute late mamma was back With T, he had the truck, he toss me off in the back. If momma ain't wake up, then I wouldn't've woke up And Cleveland wouldn't have a reason to get it's hopes up Slipped into a Coma back to my fantasy Back to all the beautiful bitches attackin me Back to sippin them dacharies A couple of hoes feelin me And two bitches just laid up butt naked up on the canopy Back to the Lamborghinis and the Buggatis And enough of that Benihana's, bet I could do karate And, back to my Mansion like you promised me I can see my grandma and she proud of me On the strees of gold you can't stop me, Please doctor don't shock me, I don't wanna... Aus Songtexte Mania