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(know they hatin on me) la dada da da da da (Angel on front my car prayin for me) Yeah You dont know unless you know Gotta be in the know To really know You know? (snatch my tint up off the window, sorry for the Wraith) Can't get left out the loop (can't see my face smilin at the ones who hate) Fiber optic roof, they say I'm the truth Like a polygraph result, say I'm a boss Underground my bad bitch a killer, think Salt Aeon Flux Laura Croft, break you off Then find you unconscious in your empty vault Rude awakening found out you took a loss While we was on our side of things Getting fitted for rings Refrigerators to capacity with champagne Because you never know when you gotta celebrate Playa playa, lately we been winning everyday Snatch the tint up off the windows, sorry for the Wraith Sweatsuit, 300 hundred thousand dollar coupe Bitch guess who, same one brung them low riders through SongtexteOld school, every now and then cop something new Slap some folks across they face, that's what you gotta do Paper plates on my cargo Bowl full of gumbo Sippin champagne through a straw Hella clicquot bottles for my dollar-clocking squadron Slidin cold like a bobsled, bitch I'm outchea Snatch the tint up off my window Sorry for the Wraith Sccccrrrrrrrrrr! Fiber optic roof They say I'm the truth (smilin at the ones who hatin) (snatch the tint up off my window sorry for the Wraith) Yeah Know they hatin on me Angel on my car, prayin for me Get your paper homie Owners manual Gotta be in the know To know You know? East side on the rise New Orleans Aus Songtexte Mania