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I ain't got a rap sheet Just cause I rap, sheeeiit… I rap peace But peeps first assume when we meet I'm a athlete When I answer back that I rap then they ask me Where my fitted cap be? When I was pumping crack, how come the cops couldn't catch me? When I was busting caps over cash, were there casualties? I reply, "Um, not exactly," Followed by, "actually…" ¡Que horror! Están pensando soy un animal Don't come to be bout buying bud Just cause I rhyme, bruh Or if I'm blood? Or if I'm crip? Wondering which one's my clique Just cause I spit I wish you wouldn't assume I was a goon Cause of my rap tunes Or that I pack tools Or that I act fool Or that I left school Or that my section's a cesspool And I hate homosexuals… Letras de canciones ¡Que horror! Están pensando soy un animal Don't think that I'mma act rude Just cause I rap, dude That'd be a snafu Really I be baffled Cats think that I'm a buffoon Or gon' act like a baboon It puts me in a bad mood Sponsors nervous like, "Yo, what is Sand doin'?" Like I'm a snake or something Slide out down the side of a sand dune I'm sad, I'm saddled, status of Sambo 'til I give 'em a sample ¡Que horror! Están pensando soy un animal From Letras Mania