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Heatmakerz, crack music You can do what you wanna do Nobody's given you all the rules Life's a bitch, but she is the truth Sex, love, drugs, we on the run (yeah) 'Cause you're not done (Miss Storm sing to 'em) And you're the one (yeah) You can be your smokin' gun Uh, uh, uh Get Fred a spoon just to mix it I'm from the era where Weatherspoon was on the Sixers (Damn!) Painted room maroon, the room's where the bricks is The sink's broke, super (?)'ll have to fix this Why worry him? (Why?) We get it off the books, whoever lie bury 'em Dope I prepare for them My animals live in this water, say the trap is an aquarium (Haha) Seen rich kids in country with fresh air for them Parents took him to the fair, that wasn't fair to him (Nah) I had to rearrange things My ex took me to the dealer, she showed me that Range thing (Look) It what the fame bring Off the nickels had dimes in the quarter to eight, I change things Hopefully it's permanent SongtexteIt's hard and soft here, it's like a perm in it, you know You can do what you wanna do Nobody's given you all the rules Life's a bitch, but she is the truth Sex, love, drugs, we on the run 'Cause you're not done And you're the one You can be your smokin' gun What you want in life is usually ya preference I'm big homie, you can use me for a reference (Uh huh) The beats I rap on could describe I'm destined The sheets I black on, you prescribe the essence (Woo!) I provide the session, here's ya lesson plan First we test the gram, man on the corner like a concession stand You ask why I'm employed by the underworld 'Cause ya boy had another girl And New York take too much taxes And I ain't tryna hear all that jazz, I shop at Saks Fifth (Woo!) You can ask if the humble worry Only when the bundles vary, I'm tryna bubble, ready (Ready) A scale in a Corolla doors could smell the odor Gotta make it for moms, (?) is what I owed her So everything is set free 'til I'm debt free Homie let's see, Bobbi sing, baby You can do what you wanna do Nobody's given you all the rules Life's a bitch, but she is the truth Sex, love, drugs, we on the run 'Cause you're not done And you're the one You can be your smokin' gun Aus Songtexte Mania