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I be chillin' in that Phantom Bumpin He the boss of the town, call him young John Gotti Sittin down with the plug, bout to order up some taco's Talkin' hella chips, nachos And you really gettin' money, say cheese in this muthaf-cka Turn your dog like flea's in this muthaf-cka So many chains might freeze in this muthaf-cker Walk back might freeze in this muthaf-cka Black and gold stones, Drew Brees in this muthaf-cka Don't make me start talking quarter keys in this muthaf-cker Shell cases, night vision, aint nothing stupid Cut the field up, outta space, Jupiter Don't make me start it up like a new Kawasaki Drop me, hit ya in ya face, you'll be chicken teriyaki While I'm on that new thug passion, Belvedere and Saki Chopping bricks with some chop sticks, oh yeah I got this you know they mad cause cause cause I'm hood rich you aint never ever seen good trick You want a problem, start it up (vroom vroom) start it up (vroom vroom) start it up (vroom vroom) wait a minute (repeated) Letras de canciones I'm who they be, Chronic by the P, living comfortably Come with me, round and some would see why they f-ck with me Bentley's pulling up in three, multi-coloured fleet Y'all sour me, my summers sweet Catch my mother feet Hate just makes chop em as they creek Life forever sweet Life's a gamble and I play for keeps in these streets Magnificant flow or magnifique Work and have a seat Them just my parakeets macking masterpiece My life is good, my bitches bad I'm switching pad, changing watches in my christmas bag I got the gift of gab, talked my way in Whips and cash, come through half stepping and then get whipped in half Southsides my heart, too hard to forget the past Lost too many n-ggas My flows off the ropes, uppercuts, stick to jabs Shorty wanna grab, catch a couple, hit the cab you know they mad cause cause cause I'm hood rich you aint never ever seen good trick You want a problem, start it up (vroom vroom) start it up (vroom vroom) start it up (vroom vroom) wait a minute From Letras Mania