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BasedGod 1 to the 2, 3 to the 6 Back on the mic and I'm down to represent It's the master of disaster Not a slave master I own my own masters so I'm a real rapper Bout to curl up with my love from below From the west coast so I never love a hoe Your girl came to me, and guess what I said I don't want no broke hoes in my bed If you're ridin' on BART and you're sittin' on the bus This the new sound so you need to buckle up If you get rough then go ahead and knuckle up Ridin' around town, turn your speakers up Riding on your boat, or mowing on your lawn They all start to dance when they hear this song I said a hip to the hop, a hop to the hip Or just break it down when you hear this shit Wassup JoJo, wassup JoJo, wassup JoJo Wassup JoJo, wassup JoJo, wassup JoJo Wassup JoJo, wassup JoJo, wassup JoJo Wassup JoJo, wassup JoJo, wassup JoJo Wassup JoJo, wassup JoJo, wassup JoJo SongtexteSere-din-dipity, got a girl named Tiffany I don't like broke hoes, so money she be giving me She be tryin' to love me, rub me, kiss me I'm lookin' for a wifey and you just switched me If you didn't know, now it's not a mystery Backstage VIP and titty girls kissin' me I can't have it all but I get the most Wise man said you put butter on the toast I could roll in the Tesla or ride in the Honda It really don't matter, cause I'm the one driving Bumpin' up the funk step like a wild monster Keep your hair tied if you wanna see the youngster Rapper and producer, now I'm gettin' used to All the cold stares like they're looking at Medusa And hip hop back, so keep a contact Signed and seal rap, and put in the back Wassup JoJo, wassup JoJo, wassup JoJo Wassup JoJo, wassup JoJo, wassup JoJo Wassup JoJo, wassup JoJo, wassup JoJo Wassup JoJo, wassup JoJo, wassup JoJo Wassup JoJo, wassup JoJo, wassup JoJo Aus Songtexte Mania