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Yeah let me get right to it Pimpin' ain't easy but somebody gotta do it Candy paint dripping transmission like fluid Esham's dope bro you already knew it Your bubble gum rap can't spit it or chew it Your quarterback pass intercepted when he threw it I kept the murder weapon that I hit your crew with The charges won't stick to me even if you glue it Yo, You know I Woo Woo Woo it I be the kid I got that stick I hit your boo with Ain't no car I can't drive name a plane I ain't flew it That's on you (?) I got candy paint drippin' transmission like fluids Too much motions for the ocean ain't no stopping me I'm moving If you clueless thеn you foolish let me show you how to do this Pull up to the curb Convеrtible light blueish And the sunshine dancing off the candy paint glisten If you hear me whispering the police might be listening Jack boys see me but they never see the (?) til' I'm slumped down eyes is low covered by beanie Boomin' words from Hell I ain't never been to jail I got money to make for the records I sell, Can't you tell? That's why these venues keep calling Saw me falling out the sky but I was flying not falling I been ballin' U-hauling the game y'all in Moving mad units from Detroit to New Orleans East side made it out the Detroit Zoo Letras de cancionesMaking music changed my life and it can change yours too and that's real life (real life, real life, real life, real life) (Uh, What up E?) Yeah let me get back to it Mackin' ain't easy but somebody gotta do it Candy paint drippin' transmission like fluid Stretch money's dope but you already knew it Yo bubble gum raps can't spit it or chew it Could never knock the hustle but you niggas look stupid I ditched the murder weapon that I hit your crew with The charges won't stick to me even if they glue it Yo, You know I Woo Woo Woo it East side baby how we do, do, do it Put it on the floor for me come put on a show for me D-E-T-3-1-3 is all in this poetry Everywhere they notice me Shooters they on go for me Lately I been getting in my bag I got groceries Looking like it's dinner time suckers I don't intertwine I just sold a cutie to my white boy out in (?) Center of attention topic of discussion It's hysterical how I got these niggas fussin' Let me get that mic you talking rap then I be busting I'm really in the street I gotta stack cause I be hustling Kicking Boomin words from Hell can't believe I went to jail I was loaded had two commissary bags in my cell Bottom bunk (?) and I stayed on the dance floor I grew up on (?) cable watching a new dance show Never been a trick so what you holding out your hands for Ask me how I'm feeling I'ma tell you with my hands Eastside nigga out that Detroit Zoo (?) rapping changed my life and it could change yours too From Letras Mania