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Right, some kinda groove here It's a little bit groovy down here Bah, bam, boom, bam My mother, God, I hate my mother Pearls like fuckin' dinner plates, you know what i'm sayin? I mean, they're so refractive My uncle, he had an IROC in '86, and before that That's right, he had the mark VIII with the whitewalls there And I remember he had, uh, the inside was plush Everybody else told him to get leather He said, "Nah, you know, my bad back" I wanna be riding around in a plush velour suit Plush velvet, I'm talkin' in the color of gunmetal grey, right? Now you're talkin' velour on velour Hey yo, yo I'm ballin, y'all should put a nigga on a box of Wheaties I'm skatin', when I dip, just put me on a box of Wheaties I flip it for the gold, gone, put me on a box of Wheaties I hold up weight, these haters need me on a box of Wheaties I kick it, they should stick a nigga on a box of Wheaties I'm run it 0-100, put me on a box of Wheaties I par up bar for bar, pa, put me on a box of Wheaties I K.O. every day yo, put him on a box of Wheaties I been on splash for eight and a half, feels Fellini SongtexteBack to back, I have no time for dancing off the TD Peep my people, with me, like Kurt and GP Can't see me, say, hard to read like graffiti Pinch him, broad work, get ya numbers up Break up and fall, no chilling when I lit the summer up Oh you know, now y'all best start acting like y'all owe me something My brothers don't sleep and my sisters well don't hold me cause This shit right here, this my year Stepping off, feeling like the shit, my dear Forget those fears, drip no tears For the real, let me make it crystal clear This shit right here, this my year Stepping off, feeling like the shit, my dear Forget those fears, drip no tears For the real, let me make it crystal clear I'm ballin, y'all should put a nigga on a box of Wheaties I'm skatin', when I dip, just put me on a box of Wheaties I flip it for the gold, gone, put me on a box of Wheaties I hold up weight, these haters need me on a box of Wheaties I kick it, they should stick a nigga on a box of Wheaties I'm run it 0-100, put me on a box of Wheaties I par up bar for bar, pa, put me on a box of Wheaties I K.O. every day yo, put him on a box of Wheaties Oh, fresh not Since the rider requests masala and eggs Some caviar and French shit Subscription to Rich Nigga Monthly With Shad Moss on the cover, limited edition My bootstraps pull up My walls do a 360 I got the shit that the government got Yeah, you God damn right, God Blood, tears, and bite marks Fighting, sweating, must sweat heavy metal in the right, God Not a Led Zeppelin in the sweat from goin' quite hard According to this pie-chart, I should be in a psych ward I wrote the real nigga algorithm on the whiteboard They white-washed the style and put the rhythm in some IZOD It's close to four ciphers in a row On the time bomb, I mean I'm fittin' to blow I figured you should know You might want to get a pic for posterity with your Nikon Before you hear obligatory ohs This shit right here, this my year Stepping off, feeling like the shit, my dear Forget those fears, drip no tears For the real, let me make it crystal clear This shit right here, this my year Stepping off, feeling like the shit, my dear Forget those fears, drip no tears For the real, let me make it crystal clear Ooooh, I know you wish you felt this high But I'm telling you No feeling knowing you're this fine That's why they gotta put me on I remember the first time I went to the motherland We talkin' what, '73, '74? I remember we flew into Dakar And this brother, picked me up from the airport, in one of them, you know, them Flintstone cars, you know? One door on the muhfucka Four mismatchin' wheels No headlights, we in Dakar and this brother ain't got no headlights. Every- and the brothers in the street, everybody about as black as the night We go off into the abyss, take off, we talkin' bout 60-70 kilometers an hour I don't know what that means, but, I know it was fast We flyin', you know, we flyin' through the Dakar night And I'm losin' my shit, you know, 'cause I can't tell where this brother going, we drivin' into the void, you know And this motherfuckin man, you know, he just, laughin', you know And only now, you know, at 67 years old, that I get it You know? 'Cause now, I'm that car, you understand what I'm sayin'? I'm that brother behind that, you know, Flintstone car, you know what I mean? 'Cause I got one door, I got one headlight, but I tell you what, I know how to drive that motherfucker, I know how to drive that motherfucker, I tell you that, you know? You and your friends think you're bad You've ended a life Destroyed a family Over a jacket, wheels, words So who's next? Your best friend, your sister, you? Hey kids, get rid of your guns before it's too late Aus Songtexte Mania