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Everyday mans on the block, smoke trees
See your girl in the park, that girl is a uckers
When the ting went quack-quack-quack, you man were ducking
Hold tight, Asnee, hes got a pumpy
Hold tight, my man, hes got a frisbee
I trap, trap, trap on the phone, movin that cornflakes
Rice Krispies, hold tight my girl Whitney
On the road doin ten toes, like my toes
You man thought I froze, I see a peng girl, then I pose
If she aint on it, I ghost, hah, look at your nose
You donut, nose long like garden hose.
Hop out the four-door with the .44, it was 1, 2, 3 and 4
Chillin in the corridor, your dad is 44
And hes still callin man for a draw, let him know
When I see him, Im gonna spin his jaw
Take mans Twix by force, send mans shop by force
Your girl knows I've got the sauce, no ketchup
Just sauce, raw sauce
Ah, yo, boom, ah
The ting goes skrrra, pa, pa, ka-ka-ka
Skidiki-pap-pap, and a pu-pu-purrrr-boom
Skya, du-du-ku-ku-dun-dun
Poom, poom, you don know