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Pollute the airwaves with all these wack songs on Gassed up niggas putting holes in the ozone My homies smoke trees til the bongs blown Global warming so the hoes ain't got no clothes on Its time I go green but I don't recycle Homie, I make my own lane like a motorcycle They call me arrogant and sorta trifle Rob a nigga Jackson, and moon walk like I caught a Michael Spit accurate as a sniper rifle And if I like your girl, I let my hotter wifey skype you Right before I pipe you Reach over and grab her ass cheek and tell her goodnight too (true) They always gonna bite you Deny you exist, religious right That's why the humidity so high Stupidity so high Record breaking temperature, so everybody fry Intelligent design, so their gas price rise Catch this silver bullet, Mr. Soul on Ice Product of Ice-T, Ice Cube, few more Niggas claim they fuego, I'm too cool though My nuts hang low, so I walk in their studio Dipping 2 Plutos And they menudo Catch me in a fucked up sweat-suit like Hugo SongtexteScratchin a lotto Orderin an iced caramel macchiato Raspy Soprano Selfish tweeter, don't ask me to follow Ask me my motto Ass in the grotto Pass that bottle, to Ras Kassiano Pollute the airwaves with all these wack songs on Gassed up niggas putting holes in the ozone My homies smoke trees til the bongs blown Global warming so the hoes ain't got no clothes on Chilly chill in the cold microphone zone Polar cats melting, putting holes in the ozone I want the crown too, I ain't watching no throne All in friendly competition, though its on homes Aus Songtexte Mania