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| NB Ridaz Wanted Mexican Radio Spoken) Double 0 seven This is for you fellas Ha ha ha Something I cooked up the Dope House In my kitchen ha ha ha yeah (Rap begins) Broke Cadillacs never lie on raps Smoke killer herb till my lungs collapse Lost two grand last night shooting craps The I hit the Ritz and bought a few laps Just got a letter from my old best friend Doing twenty-five in the federal pen Gonna come but he said until then Could I look over his three children They wake em up at five am for Froot Loops Draped in white overalls and black boots Used to drive a Lac sipping gin and juice Now we need money for some chips and soups Run around town with a sack of rocks Polo shirt with the matching socks Mom I promise one day I'ma stop I'ma grow up and be a astro-naut Chorus I'm on the Mexican radio radio radio I'm on the Mexican I-Oh radio radio radio radio I'm on the Mexican radio radio radio I'm on the Mexican I-Oh radio radio radio radio Now daddy come first and daddy come next Daddy represent that's Houston Tex Feely punks jealous of the S.P. Mex But your whole crew should be wearing Kotex I'ma get by and I'ma get high Thirteen five I'ma let my birds fly Everybody knows that my back is not dry |
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