| Pots and pans, thugged out
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| Even in the church house on a Sunday
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| Ice up in my mouth, my grill look like an ice tray
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| Everything designer, customize fitted
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| Authentic material, cut and so knitted
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| Upper body flooded, water around my neck
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| Half an M it cost me for the whole set
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| Still wet behind the ears, ears wet
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| Living my second childhood, young vet
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| Bitch, I ain’t ever wrong, I stay correct
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| Still got money in the streets from '88 that I need to go collect
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| I’ll bust my TEC if I have to protect my well-being
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| I am an animal, not a human being
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| Color me a hustler, something that you ain’t
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| I move around, paint the town, go hard in the paint
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| This an AP on my wrist, not a wristband
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| Taking risks in the kitchen, pepper in my hand
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| I turn a rack into a hundred bands
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| The goon with the spoon, the Pots and Pan Man (pots and pans)
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| This an AP on my wrist, not a wristband
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| Taking risks in the kitchen, pepper in my hand
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| I turn a rack into a hundred bands
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| The goon with the spoon, the Pots and Pan Man (pots and pans)
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| A champion in these streets when I was on the tar
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| Popular in my region, trench star
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| Triple beam boy, jelly jar
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| You suckers is bitches, body suits, leotard
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| Shout out to my vatos
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| E. Cuarenta Tequila and carne asada street tacos
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| Jarritos is my favorite soda
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| A dollar and some change it cost me for my Rover, uh
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| And fuck my enemies
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| Any of 'em threaten me then it’s gon' be some life-threatening injuries
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| When they smelled that smell, they knew they was about to lose 'em
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| 'Cause when you die, you have a bowel movement
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| Play with me, I lie in wait
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| Make you think that I’m scared, you’ll meet your fate
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| Your life will be over, they’ll close the drape
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| Bring the evidence markers, the white chalk and yellow tape
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| BIATCH!
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| This an AP on my wrist, not a wristband
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| Taking risks in the kitchen, pepper in my hand
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| I turn a rack into a hundred bands
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| The goon with the spoon, the Pots and Pan Man (pots and pans)
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| This an AP on my wrist, not a wristband
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| Taking risks in the kitchen, pepper in my hand
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| I turn a rack into a hundred bands
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| The goon with the spoon, the Pots and Pan Man (pots and pans)
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| The Pots and Pan Man
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| (What's your handle?) The Pots and Pan Man
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| (What's your handle?) The Pots and Pan Man
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| The goon with the spoon, the Pots and Pan Man, BIATCH! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Pots & Pan Man , by - E-40. Song from the album The Gift of Gab, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп