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Guess who's back with another dope track Its crazy I may need another prozac pill I'm ill but you brothers know that And if you disagree you don't fckin know rap I was nice before but now I'm dum betta I need a girl gone wild with a umbrella I'm sorry omarion But I'm all on rion than you hardly are This the genesis of rap You a tragion How the hell can the beat make a party song I jus did it, just spit it during mardigar I broke the start button we can hardly pause I play sonic when I'm blowing that chronic Pick my favorite rock n roll topic You hear the rings I got to go shopping Stop the flow...Not You dock the robot All you do it run You aint nothin but tails You don't use knuckles You fckin up tails Whoops...that's disney Kids should dig me But their daddy is a prick and he quick to dis me Letras de cancionesSwiss do you mind if I rip with this beat The other gon probably rip thru history Life is a bitch Big hip and titties I am a pimp she gon give me ripsby Sick too sick to get rip for shit This is a hit that can't flip the gently Yall think its funny but it aint I got no money in the back like the bitch was swiss beats Doesn't really matter cuz I own this shit Its me by myself All alone and shit If you don't like it hit me on the phone and shit But I aint got a phone so blow my dick Don't take anything for granted, granted Every single day you been handed, canned Crazy but you need to manage And its how God's see's you're the last one standing Live everyday like its your birthday x3 Its your birthday...its your birthday I was born 1987..{?}...and my birthday was november 10th My mama was an angel and my dadddy was too drunk to really give a shit But it doesn't matter Its my life and its my world You other mutherfckers living in So everyone get a glipse How a rock star rebel gets down Gotta go Gotta live From negative to positive After the bridge coast rapping the kid I mean the kid comes rapping....that's wat it is Take a rock star girl back to the crib Play tracks for a bit,then we at it again Back shot, front shot Yea I got her dum hot You so nasty We only taking jump shots And she lost cuz my g is mean I mean my j is mean but you know wat I mean She got a good grip, grip on the ball But one good block and she hitting the wall She keeps on traveling,its pissing me off Damn they don't make it like this anymore This is all just a sport when I'm bored By the way I aint talking bout sports anymore By the way I aint talking bout sports anymore By the...haha..aw man Let me tell yall niggaz something I'm bout to be 20 fckin years old...20! That's mean I made it thru 20 years of this bullshit And you know what's the same....my name Charles Hamilton! Charles Eddie Lee Hamilton Jr. But since that bitch ass nigga that calls himself a pops aint a pops Its Charles Hamilton The last living Hamilton..wat up!! (Thanks to FliiiKicksNelle for these lyrics) From Letras Mania