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Yeah! Sourmilk, JustIncredible L.A. Leakers (Buzzin' on the beat ho!) Alabama rich, I'm alabama rich Shady records Ghetto Vision, hello kids I'm in, this bitch with hits Big camera and, fuck around I leave your momma with a candle lit Speaking of candles lit, happy birthday me Radioactive is a magnet for birthday treats New house, fresh shoes It's like all my opponents saw me and said let's lose Good move! Is it me? or the fake "let's choose" Cause' I'm teaching the class, you mothafuckas slept through So even the haters only instigating my students But a couple of questions that I won't say yes too Like Mr dobalina Mr bob dobalina can I sick em for ya Bob? Can I pick ya chrome nina up, and pick off for ya from afar with the beamer? Cause I seen him, he's a fault, he's a real cob cleaner I shoulda been loose but I refuse to be an o-bama-nator You hate on me you probably an o-bama-hater Laugh at you chronic players, sit with a sonic laser, and shoot you from Pluto with a mouth full of now-and-laters Niggas can still see in the shot, cause I'm a power fader Shower these cowards without a doubt of my power And take ya bitch without a shower til I'm sour til hours later, she still come back lying about the one that her momma gave her. (ugh!) Everybody knows I'm a loose cannon, with a wick the size of a fuckin toothpick, better back up quick and assume the damage What I gave this beat is like a treat for a chief example That I got a way with tracks, a Chinese weave scandal Back away from the bicycle, tricyles fit you better Pick another cypher, better yet pick up rifle, and do ya self a favor And kill ya self midget hoe! And do it next to a river so nobody gotta dig a hole. |