| Hey y’all what’s happenin you understand me?
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| You know who the fuck this is
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| This is Mr. Motherfuckin Whitefolks, you understand me?
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| About to hit you with some brand new intro type shit
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| For two thousand and fo', ya understand me?
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| Y’all ready, and it goes somethin like this
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| What you say, what you know, ho give me some dough
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| Don’t be slow, knee deep snow
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| Social security to Edgar Allen Poe
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| Nina Ross payin the cost
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| Pussy without dick is pimpin that’s lost
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| Like a cell that’s tossed
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| Kris to the Kross, I’m a player that’s boss
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| Don’t care what you say about me
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| 50 said I was a P-I-M-P
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| It’s that way Snoop, fucked your bottom bitch, Betty Boop
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| Downtown in the loop, a loss you can’t recoup
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| Many are called but few are chosen
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| Frostbite, and toes got frozen
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| In here 'til closin
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| Work keyhole, 'til I get in shape
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| 5th Avenue parade, ticker tape
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| Straight laced, no chase
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| Perry Mason took your place
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| Perform plastic surgery, you got a new face
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| Lollipop suckers, ice cold motherfuckers
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| Haven’t paid enough dues to be in this club
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| Had to get a six inch sub
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| All the whiteboys think they’re cooler than me
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| Impossibly impossibility
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| Who would you rather be facin
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| Freddie or Jason
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| Do you like steak sauce on your steak?
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| Are you real or fake? |
| I’ll pour the A-1
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| And pimp on you, from day one
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| Gimme my money, my weed, my drank — bitch!
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| What the fuck you thank?
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| It’s, Mr. Whitefolks, and I keep it pimpin man
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| La-da-da-deee, la-da-da-dahhh
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| Chilly Chill, 7th Vail
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| Kool Keith, and Mr. H
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| Yeah yeah… |