| I’m a nicely zooted new car owner, and I’m somewhat convoluted
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| Because I’m living in a coma
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| I render those useless who pinch off my trim
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| Your light they are on but your lights they are dim
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| I got the bushmill shots, and cops that give me props
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| I got the Motts, Spike, I got the Motts
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| Having fun with my gun, son, it’s always loaded and the flc
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| Is raw y’all not candy coated
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| Cooling on the block
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| With my case of Rolling Rock
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| Thinking up the schemes to get ourselves the knot
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| Cause you know we love to get down and party with the big boys
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| They asked me to be mayor, and if I had a choice
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| I love you people and my boys love you too
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| So fuck the king of beers this ones for you
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| So if grunts from stunts is what you want say, «ow»
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| The flc with the mucho grande style
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| You know you can’t boom with a bullshit system and you can’t fix
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| A man when he’s broke. |
| You know you can’t max if you don’t pay
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| The tax and you can’t wax the man if you choke
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| You know the funk I drop is wild just like Aretha beltin'
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| My shit is going fast, so get your second helping
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| My brain cells are dying, young women are crying
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| But I keep on trying
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| Like my man Jack Ryan
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| You see my man is in my fae as if he has been drinking
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| They say that he needs space but I know what he is thinking
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| We have a common bond the fact we all get lifted
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| The rocks that hit our head have left us somewhat gifted
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| Its the Fun Lovin' Criminal out to represent
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| I know it’s tough being hard and politically correct
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| So if grunts from stunts is what you want say, «ow»
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| The flc with the mucho grande style
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| You know you can’t boom with a bullshit system and you can’t fix
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| A man when he’s broke. |
| You know you can’t max if you don’t pay
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| The tax and you can’t wax the man if you choke |