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| I am The wrong nigga to cross and the first nigga to jam With the A K cuatro siete or a microphone in hand God dam Generation uno? dungeon fam The lab is filled with potions of emotions out the ass I laugh When you think that you have seen the last But it's only the beginning my nigga don't be so fast As gas Or slow it down to a screeching halt Impeach the president cus he don't think before he talk Iraq i that Now he gunning for Iran North Korea got that shit that make L.A. look like Japan Island Nah man More like the Caribbean Billie Botion all the potion take up all your stupid land Styles will change They say change is dang-erous As a king standing on the terrace While his partner pointing up at the rightful man Cowards Then... live like there ain't no 'morrow And if one come then this the motto Now I put message in bottle You go to the nearest beach and open your car door And you walk to the place where the sea meets the land Yeah it's easier to run the street than walk in the sand Hey I'm talking young man As if chalk in my hand I will take yo' little ass to school It's cool When the kids call me sonny, the hood calls me stacks The bees call me honey, Hollywood calls me back Crack and I have a lot in common We both come up in the 80s and we keep that bass pumpin' Now that's a nega-tive comparison Embarassin' Unfortunate that if you come up fortunate The street considers you lame I thought the name of the game Was to have a better life I guess it ain't what a shame I don't slang, never slung But I'm one with the slum That has a name well fitting No wonder why they called it the trap So watch your tail And I'm not kidding The rats and mice would give advice They say that you can paint and draw Get out of here Go show them that we're more than slangin' raw That's when I broke into my big Rube impression And I tried to enlighten but that night a learned a lesson That the morals that you think you got go out the window When all the other kids are fresh and they got new Nintendo Wiis And yo' child is down on her knees Praying hard up to God for a Whopper with cheese Do you b) Hit the street hard with a flare Or do you a) Go for school for heating and air Dare making under seven But make a crooked killing Or do a bit of both until your holding on a million Brilliant You got one foot in and one foot out You put yo' left foot back in and then you shake it all about You do the Hokey Pokey 'til you turn your life around That's what it's all about 3000 out |
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