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Smoking on that window Is nice to begin though So we outside sneaking out like we in though Everybody watch me but out they call windows Like in summertime niggers rocking the trench coat All these niggers on the block That's me and my Ken flow Home got I locked from the States to Berlin hoe And I like bumping trick rolling in my six flow Yeah I bought it back like a fucking car rental They tell me find a job But a nigger cannot survive of a 9 to 5 Selling nicks and dimes won't cut it And now a nigger buzzing So I'm looking for a budget Cos your sister and your cousin Hear and want to start cutting Until I'm noting, trying to get to the top I ain't even press a button It's nothing, pack two duffel bags with cash Gotta work out my muscles Take them to the dealer so I can leave with two muscle cars Eating mussels in a bar Bitch, I'm so bizarre SongtexteSo far, then what you can fathom I want to be living large No fucking strings attached I do not play guitar No more being lenient I'm trying to raise the fucking bar With a couple bars And chilling fucking with a couple stars Niggers know that the flow Is harder than dried tar My God, played daily on many iPods And fuck around niggers will Get split in half like a pie chart My niggers don't play no fucking games homey I'm driving persistent, listen I got my own lane, homey Ask them what they want Tell them what we got That fucking flame homey Your bitch running loose You better get that ho tamed homey Got no time for these impostors I'm smoking ganja Patiently waiting the pasta For the munchies I see why these other niggers is grumpy Balling but their bitch Fucking with a rapper, Kris Humphries Work day at a job, JOB You need a job Yo man don't think they heard you Slow down P, ya killing them Leaving them in the dirt from 11th Ave to 1st Trying to make it to heaven But still build up my worth It's like I'm a drug dealer Fiends looking for that work Sex, money, and drugs The root of evil but It's what gets honeys to love Till they bless money above I'm sunning these niggers like I got a tummy to rub God bless my unborn He'd probably grow up to be a thug If I kept him in the hood shit When he turns 16 He should be living good Riding around without a hood I never been trash or a drag No Michael Clarke Only time I go back on my words Is when I recycle bars nigger Shit I've been rapping for a minute now So I know we about to make it Tell my homies simmer down I know it's been a while Searching for that spinach now Gunning for the summer So I'm lamping in the winter how Many niggers you know rapping now How many of them biting Off another rappers style How many of them really Gonna make it rapping, now These fake Gs rapping Red like they're kappa's, wow Fuck out of here, you niggers phony Don't deserve the spot you own All my niggers died from holding the grip Rest in peace my nigger Allen Just a young nigger wilding Till the pigs took him down shit And these niggers wanna know why I don't wanna work 9 to 5? Aus Songtexte Mania