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[Verse 1] 30,000 for the DNA swab, don’t quit your day job You batty boys ain’t even on my radar Order breast of veal at Walt Frazier’s Dog, my women come in all flavours, fold paper, Lord save us Complete a drug deal in a rental rented from Avis Best believe my motherfuckin’ Timberlands poundin’ the pavement Dog, I lay with hoes and smoke butter the same colour as Jalen Rose Stand on the balcony naked… just screaming: “Fuck it, I made it!” Every meal I eat’s steak to make a statement, Patrick Bateman 30 Mexicans in the basement, let’s get it shakin’ The whole block smellin’ like bacon My shorty keep it real… Take a shit out the car window, hide money in a Nintendo Got a degree in Dental, cook like she down in the Delta Wrestle the ‘gator for the foot display River Monsters, Dog The Bounty Hunter Open-Bally stuntin’, it’s a Southern Cali summer, bitch It’s me… [Verse 2] It be the novelist, bare-handed choke a hippopotamus I need to go to Drug-Dealing Anonymous Cheerio – ship-flip like Rey Mysterio Me laid up with big money be the scenario Out the Wash Blue or Canary, it’s coo-coo Letras de cancionesLet my man who just came home throw a party where you poo-poo Uh – that is not a nice thought Get locked up in the afternoon, I’ll make it out by night court Uh – Lord, ’cause I don’t see that world I’ve got the lawyer on retainer like a teenage girl Eatin’ Chicken Parmesan in a holding cell My feet up, hittin’ my G-pen, yeah, you know me well Quadraple black Coupes, smack you if you act stupid No love here, motherfuckers, I’ll clap cupid Jump in a black Buick, then make a sharp right My mother’s wrist is so cut, looks like a shark bite And when I play the guitar I’m always on acid, uh… She said I looked like David Jessop When she seen me floatin’ in the Maxima It’s me… From Letras Mania