| I got a brand new car
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| I got a jazz guitar
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| Welcome, everybody
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| Thank you a lot for coming, it means a lot to me
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| Steer the yacht with my knee, plenty of botany
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| Damn, bad chick on top of me, pornography
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| And I know she only want me for my guap-ery
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| (Ahem… let me get my voice right
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| Gary, sorry, 1, 2, 3, 4)
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| It’s the first time ever
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| Yo fuck this jacket, I turn this shit to 85 napkins
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| Since Jeter’s done I’m now the captain
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| Trust you me, Gotham’s safer now
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| But there’s always a new joker in town
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| Ready to smoke you with that pound
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| But when he shoots it, the flag says «BANG!» |
| and everybody laughs
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| He must be up and off the molly tab
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| I’m by the bar lookin' Swedish in the trenchcoat stupid
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| The only one drinkin' mango lassi in the bullpen
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| My lips are sealed like the singer with bad skin
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| My need for speed made the Jag spin
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| Dog, I’ll resurrect Freaky Tah to do my ad-libs
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| Overseas I prolly got mad kids
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| That I don’t even know about, you better slow down, baby
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| I’m still young, fuck it, gotta use it while it works
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| Nothin' lasts forever, or does it? |
| Fuck it
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| Shout out to my cousins, all of 'em
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| I got a brand new car
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| I got a jazz guitar
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| I’ll take it back to playin' handball and smokin' on the park benches
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| Dippin' cabs and hoppin' fences
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| Laughin' all the way back to the buildin' runnin'
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| Got to the door, twist the key, elevator waitin' for me
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| 100, got upstairs and fixed eleven bowls of Crispix
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| Grabbed a Snapple out the bin, no one’s an even match for the kid
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| Legs are made of stone, the back of a bridge
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| In goal line situations I’ll tackle the fridge
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| Peace to Mike Ditka, 50 on the light fixture
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| Right side shifter, fight fixer, twist your sister
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| And I ain’t talkin' 'bout the hair band, mothafucka
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| It’s Bam Bam doin' ah ah ah ah
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| Out with the, ah!
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| I can’t even get this fuckin' right, are you kidding me?
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| I’m ashamed of myself, I’m sorry |