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This the shit I used to roll down Lewis Street withLord, know some hoes from the past like"Damn Cole, wish I knew that you would be rich"Well, should've askedIt's funny how these niggas on some real "Be cool with me" shitI bagged two bitches like it's two of me bitchThis the shit I used to roll down Lewis Street withFinally got my own bedroom in this bitchNo more sleeping in my brother's roomLike man I might as well be sleeping in my mother's roomCause how I'm supposed to sneak hoes with my bro here?Plus she gon' find out I been rocking all this old gearThis is flow here, this is no fairThis is so pure, this is so clearThis is one breath, this is no airAin't no wedding and I do the most hereI'm the President you the co-chairYou the player, yeah, I'm the coach hereNigga I coast hereThats why they got me set up on this West Coast hereAvoiding the snakes, AK's, and coke yeahGet my dick wet but I never let it soak thereMan I been thinkin' bout movin' outWhat? Country boy in the city in New York nine yearsRan that shit like DiddyRiding through South Side Queens like FiddyLetras de cancionesNothing's impossibleAnd all you lame niggas show me what not to doI met a real bad bitch in the club tonightShe told me, "Watch the snakes cause they watching you"I told her, "Aw baby don't stop! I ain't looking for the way to your heart!"She said, "You bout to miss church" while she riding meI like my sundaes with a cherry on topMake that ass dropMake that ass dropMake that ass dropNow if you only had one wish is it devious?Cause you already know who your genie isCan't get a cover now your mag on my penisLike damn he turned out to be a geniusDamn real shit nigga no PixarYou niggas soft like Meagan Good's lips areMy kicks hard, my whip hardI came out the womb with my dick hardBack when I was playing Stomp the YardIt be a bunch of niggas up on campus talking hardDon't get exposed to these hoes boy knock it offI seen your mama in a Benz when she dropped you offDamn now who more thorough than me?I paint a picture of my pain for the world to seeCould paint a picture of the game but my girl would seeGotta ask myself, "What mean the world to me?"Nothing's impossibleAnd all you lame niggas show me what not to doI met a real bad bitch in the club tonightShe told me, "Watch the snakes cause they watching you"I told her, "Aw baby don't stop! I ain't looking for the way to your heart!"She said, "You bout to miss church" while she riding meI like my sundaes with a cherry on topMake that ass dropMake that ass dropMake that ass dropThis the shit I used to roll down Lewis Street withA little Fayettenam nigga out in Beverly HillsThat's when I ran into this chick I went to college withYeah back when a nigga was on scholarshipWas in a rush but I still stopped to holla, shitThat's the least I owed her cause I tried to hitOn the first night, nah I ain't proud of itI boned her in my dorm room and kicked her out of itAnd I never called back, how thoughtfulessNow I'm standing in the streets tryna politic with herIn her mind she calling me a misogynist niggaOn some Bobby Brown shit my prerogative, nigga is to hit and never commitNow realizing when I hit she never forgetsSo every time I ignore the telephone callSaying I'll hit her back knowing I'm never gon' callShe was hurting, now she staring dead in my face she was smirkingLike, "Yeah I remember and nah you ain't worth shit, niggaYou ain't worth shit, nigga"This the shit I used to roll down Lewis Street with From Letras Mania