| Ah, yeah, ah, ah, ah
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| Yeah, ah, ah, ah, ah
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| I’m glad I never used cocaine, 'cause I would be an addict
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| Running 'round town ass naked, chase rabbit
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| They found me face down at the Great Lake Tavern
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| A payday pattern, the fake ID said «JJ Adams»
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| My other one was stolen by a madame
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| She whispered to the hooker like, «We have him»
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| She was right, I was blinded by the pussy like
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| Gotta make it home because my wifey said it’s cookie night
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| Plus I owe two hundred large to the bookie
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| I think I might boogie
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| Head crack, bread stack, I’m a G
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| Iced out like Pat Ewing’s knee
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| All white, alright, I’m the hood pope
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| Break night, take flight, got the good dope
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| Adidas Boost on, looking like a highlighter
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| True fact, I’m a livewire
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| Got denied at the red light district
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| Shorty said I probably break wombs with this dick
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| My life is the fountain of youth
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| Let a rapper talk slick, he’ll get found in the booth
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| Draw mom on my face and rock one gold tooth
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| Then it’s back to the strip, gotta get more loot
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| Persian lamb jackets, chinchilla collars
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| Surgeon hand ratchets, winners get dollars |