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'Chemist, Bojack G.I. back to that one-way Where we at with it? Uhh 227, Blockworks Let's get it I'm making short-term goals, make the work turn pro (Yeah) Started with a diamond in the rough, just a lump of coal Snipe a nigga soul, lil' Joseph, he'll up the pole Wipe a nigga nose, for his Rol' and them Buffalos Swiping custos, selling blows, running through them 'bows How you loving those? Never told on none of my bros I be on the road, ducking patrol, coming through the toll (Yeah) Tryna keep it low, but Lord knows I need to move this load Shootin' through the O, on 75, set the cruise control It's moving too slow? Give it to Taj, he gon' move it whole (Drug store) It ain't what you know, it's who you know, plug toot his nose Every time it touch, it put me right back in the Super Bowl (Back in the game) No, this ain't Kweli, that was Hi-Tech in my juice I poured On my mama stove with a Pyrex full of sushi roll I hit it with them ice chips and Ramen noodle bowls (Ugh) It harden up and turn into a block, looked like the soup was cold The Los Angeles Firing Squad now must come Yeah, us original Sincerely yours, Unfadeable Fred SongtexteV12s, yeah Crime lord, it's the twank, yeah Ayo, VVS's super froze, coupe ain't got no roof or doors (Nah nah) My uncle and his partner test my dope, he got a stupid nose And lately, I been curving groupie hoes but I get stupid chose 'Bout to drop a thousand in my 'Rex, I whip the Super Bowl Them foreign cars, I'm bored with 'em 'Bout to toss that to Lord and them Fuck a whip, I need a space coupe We in Doc drop, in that Delorean (Pyoom!) Michael J. Fox jumping out the pot, Michael J. hops Fuck rap, I can shave rocks, these slave-ass rappers can't drop Rolex say I'm on my eighth watch; wait, stop (Yeah) Seven-figure nigga still at the store While my groupie bitches eatin' Domino's And my Houston hoes getting Pappadeaux's My Dominicano 'bout to drop a load I don't trust a soul, so a nigga drove (Rrrr) Hit the County, I was in the hole With some Black Stones and some Silent Fours I'm checked in, vest in, big bunny rabbit don dada I remember when I seen a rapper Do a spot for 1-800-CRIMESTOPPERS I remember being on the run Smoking Swisher Sweets up in the Ramada (Yeah) Crime lord, on Vice Lord, I'm the underground king, Godfather Nigga, what Aus Songtexte Mania