| Uhh man, I just want to thank you
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| Ridin on this muthafuckin' mission with us
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| From Queens to Boston, all around the muthafuckin' planet
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| As the ganja gets evaporated
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| Tellin' all these bitches beat me cause I’m activated
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| Rockin '97 Maxes with the double bubble wrapped around the bottom
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| Old Gold twisted like the cap that’s on the bottle
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| Mash on the throttle, swish, shoot expose the ankle
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| Swiss chocolate lay up in the bed like a blanket
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| Ready to smang it, smash it and bang it
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| No more fruit punch in the crib so I guess I’ll have to Tang it
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| Young Bronson, blade runner, Rutger Hauer
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| Sticky fingers cause that’s what I use to crush the sour
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| Suede shoe like the natives in the teepee
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| 22's drop Z3, get off the peepee
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| Beep beep, twist the laser key, press the clutch
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| Shift into the gear, give it gas and then I hit the Dutch
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| My mind is diamond, have you feelin' like you sniffin' dust
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| We come in heavy so you better have your shit to bust, pussy! |