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(Mikey) I'm in the best shape of my life.. Me rapping with these kids is like racing a bike Against a man with one kick on until the lights flick on They kick us out the party then give me my car keys We come in peace we don't mean to cause you no harm cuz But I can go off like an alarm does If it comes to that I trust you wouldn't do that 'cause I'm the new cat digging in cans in the alleyway Fuck Simon you should do what Mikey say And Mikey says about now you should be bobbing yo' head About damn time too Took fools all got damn day To figure out the ill shit we be into Take a step into my mental Peep what I be thinkin' 'bout People can deceive you if you leave 'em with your bank account Wide open Keep ya eyes open And your wallet in your front pocket Let's smoke the blunt still an option Vanilla suede moccasins They mocking 'em They rocking imitations SongtexteWhen they duplicate the shit I be laced with it The Dali Lama like two types can never rhyme alike Vintages Northfaces on the faces of your favorites Put your hands up in the air and *Hold 'em up, hold 'em up* Like you never cared nigga *Roll it up, roll it up* Fold it up Put in your pocket, your wallet Then bet a couple dollars that the party keeps rocking *Hold 'em up, hold 'em up* *Roll it up, roll it up* *Hold 'em up, hold 'em up* *Roll it up, roll it up* (Chuck) I'm 'bout three feet taller then some deep water Quarter, nickle, dime this assist to the line The illest has a list you're not in it there's the line He is I and I am him This my main man Mikey (What up) I'm real nice try me if you want to I be walking bulldogs to the party in these new Flights Tellin' sucka niggas what they can't do right now Write down now a game plan I'm cutting lights out Putting fires out, in the Chevrolet truck Don't put them hands down unless you pick me something up Hurry up, call the barber up, get the sides faded up (What else?) The usual Cesar, Then the neck gets tapered up Sharper than the paper cuts Paper up neighbor or sharper than the church suit Father's Day tailor What the father say to the daughter "Who pick me?" He's ridiculous, but probably the best you've seen Put your hands up in the air and *Hold 'em up, hold 'em up* Like you never cared nigga *Roll it up, roll it up* Fold it up Put in your pocket, your wallet Then bet a couple dollars that the party keeps rocking (Thanks to A.Miller for these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania