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(Feat. Chuck Inglish (Cool Kids) and Boldy James) Hey! Shout something blue, jump up and down Hey.. I'm all twelve, not ten At four got eight And I was going get... used to play by weight But if you.. to seeing them, I'll be there by eight ..but if it's for the take, no cake I'm... Snapping on niggers like fuck, do I pay for? (Chill out son) the NBA is back Thank God, cause everybody came to rest All blacks can't jump, and all whites ain't dumb Brought you a joint, but pass us a blunt Stupid! Dribble and shoot it, if you need help, move it Don't ask, won't do it... Transmission I'm cliquing on the side of 94... ..and the door won't close... dead battery on your cellphone ..talking about Chuck, I gotta get it The baby momma tripping.. gotta fix it What a fuck that gotta do with me? Can't stand the heat, get out the kitchen I'm... dug ass niggers with them biscuits... Walking around like the... With no hasty mystery, unknown You'll never ... gloves on I cast out dough boy in the floor zone I do the most in my pants... push.. You're just a super boy... ..flesh like Kate Moss, security caught... Oh, oh, oh, I'm a truth... Eating sushi, slapping hoes, kung fu pimping, my team polo, and my ..pimping Call me G.I. Joe, or kung fu gripping That big.. won't catch me slipping Not me, oh no I can show you how to whisper ..get whatever you want, I can get it But it's ... its too broke to pay attention Class is now in session! |