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Bam-bam, welcome to Blue Chips 2 Hear me? I know you see me, ah You're looking gorgeous in every portrait, aha! I got the '89 Firebird Guns like Wyatt Earp Before I do business I want to know the buyer's worth! Fast forward '98, Mark McGuire shirt I eat dessert while your bitch flirt, uh Ship work to a mic out in Pittsburgh When you're focused strict terms are never misheard Shift get disturbed Twist Earth, lift the nerve Shit, I got a lot of nerve Catch me on the run with a Nevada nurse Rambo knife in the Escada purse Lester Diamond in the face, chase I'm in the gray 8 Restaurant, I order rabbit like a playmate Suede snake, crocodile silk, Barely legal Brazilian mamie all on the quilt I twist a bitch like Wilt, built I spit the shit the people feel, uh, yeah! Let me take it out to Coney Island, uh Drinking 40's out in Rockaway, uh Letras de cancionesJones Beach Field 6, uh Out in Deer Park, peel whips, uh Flushing Meadow Park shit, uh Barbecues with the Mexicans Get my motherfucking drink, man Damn, this is bam-bam This is about to be some shit Blue Chips 2, bitch (Owww!) We so motherfucking out here Owww! I wear a bib all motherfucking day [Outro:] Motherfucker, you knocked my teeth out! Hey, Sticks, come on! From Letras Mania