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Feat. Blu And I reflect like a mirror shinnin' Them niggas almost thirty and they still grinding Niggas be like house man and he still rhyming Still elevating, dawg, still climbing And I'm just tryna clear my mind out The flow is dope, send my love to Amy Whinehouse Show you mah'fuckers what my grind's about No days off, no put in time's out No paper back money, I'm making deposits Another tax racket, but think of the options Like the Bible and Qu'ran, we pick up the profits We stack up paper, I'd fuck you withstanding Well, it's the X in the flesh, Of course I'm fresh! Oh, you thought that I was rotting Dirty science got them? X don't stop Fahjera, or Joe House Robin Blue heads, hands up, who got a problem? [Hook] Now something's tellin' me to stop (You don't quit!) SongtexteNow something's tellin' me to quit (You don't stop) So I get that shit Big pimping in my building, Big pimping in my shizzle It's pro'ly 'cause I'm Big Pimpin' Vintage with the fedora before Wayne Shora Take the game and the name, Still, I bang on them I gotta fucking grow up In California, when you raise by a radar 'Bout a lake ... Black and gold, now I'm grown Black and gold, bag of gold Now I should go off the stroll Ice cold, pimp season, tittie squeezin' You're just an object, The target was the artist who can pop dead When you pop shit Off the guns on a dime, You can't stop it, it's optimism Prime on a dime, you know the time trick Silly rabbit so shiny, she wanna grab it Pull her tittie out the jacket, Told me to autograph it Time for some action, was wounded by the passion But I see so clearly now I made it out the madness Summer smash hits, bitch, I win the classics Dropped you in the fall to fall, Ass fucked, kid Skid Row with the raps, raw shit Make a nigga bend over the rap Now talk shit! Nigga [Hook] Aus Songtexte Mania