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(feat. CJ Mac) [CJ Mac] I still sell around the club, grips and bloods and hoodrats, all around me Ain't nobody guards, but ain't nobody tryin' to clown me Hehe, my ass motherfucker try an' test Last six days your whole gay crew, buyin' vests and ass bets Hit it like DeNiro and Pacino gettin' head like I'm Little Nickie Play the "Casino", greedy bitches gettin' blown like Sharon gettin' stoned But this ain't no fuckin' movie, ain't nobody yellin' "cut" and gettin' up Fuck the bullshit, I pull quick and unload Leave a nigga ass - bumpy like a toad and stay trippin', accused of crippin' And ain't the Nine shit that stay flyin' by in six-hundred giant shit Ooh wee, look at me, keep it rollin' and I remember back when my draws were stolen, but valued to keep it ballin' Fuck you and a nigga tryin' to speak Realsome player shit ain't too played out to get deep - motherfucker!! Aus Songtexte Mania