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[talking] Yeah yeah We gon' send this one out, to all the niggaz that want beef, that got baby teeth Why you can't eat little faggot That Primo shit, Rassy Kassy, Golden Chyld, yaknow... [Verse 1] It's the R-ah-A-S, K-A double S Inject the airbag, wreck a nigga's bubble S-Class What's comin next, lets mash Get so high walking I'll catch jetlag If it ain't Hennessey and O.J. homie miss me Keep my hairline down to the Nike sign crispy Spit be, strictly mini-me Bin Laden's Mixed with 16 men with life in the pen, ridin; Gangsta - fuck how many records you sell Get put on the missing milk carton in XXL And it's NOTHIN, let's double the deal Dick so deep down ya bitch mouth I'll cum in her hair Guns and ones in the air, niggaz with stripes Shootin up kites, posted on low-rider bikes Cat named Russel Simmons got blessed in Good Night You done fucked up like cripwalkin by Suge Knight [Chorus] Songtexte"That's what happens when you reach for what you can't feel" "Stop either" .... "wild golden child" "Come on come on yo" "Ask ya crew if I'm nice, they all say true" .. "That's what happens when you reach for what you can't feel" "Stop either" .... "wild golden child" .. "The baddest flow" .. "niggaz know" .. [Verse 2] Guess I'm a rap nigga, cuz homeboy, it's a wrap Commit a driveby with the music expressed there, and then toss the gat Hop on the Red Eye to NYC though - D&D linked with Primo And I'm hungry, so I'ma take what you got Throw up a dub, spit at the camera like Tupac My rap style is Sheek like two L.O.X. Word on a few blocks; my technique's too hot I repeat, DO NOT get it twisted Get ya head a brick or "Park" at 106 bitch Then catch me exprayin a halo, with a immitation J-Lo .. yaknow - haters lay low Who the only west coast nigga to air out Kay Slay mixtape tho'? (Rassy) mo' dirty, SC-430 Stand with my knee, eatin a plate of beef curry beyotch! [Chorus] [Verse 3] I pop my collar, pop pistols, and pop ecstasy Boricuas call me Poppi when they pop they pee Used to pop-lock and lock and watch Pop locks and bugularize spots Pop wheelies on the red and chrome Huffy Graduated to Suzukis - hot soda pop or pop bottles at Sky Sushi Ask me what's poppin; most likely ya collar bone Ever had that feelin where ya by yourself but not alone With Big Brother, and Big Brother see you I'm hard-headed, my dick look like R2-D2 Mini-me too - speed through in the V-1-2 C-Arson style, know how we do All money is legal, dead pres to green eagle You funny style like Bernie Mac, rappin like Beanie Sigel Golden Child of the west, don't know how to act though Kicked off the Up In Smoke tour for scrappin with Death Row [Chorus] "That's what happens when you reach for what you can't feel" "Stop either" .... "wild golden child" ... Aus Songtexte Mania