| Yo. |
| Kool. |
| Keith.
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| And Kutmusta — the funky redneck — Kurt
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| Platinum rich! |
| Rollin, rollin.
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| All. |
| systems go!
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| Diesel truckers, truckers, truckers (you are the best!)
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| Diesel truckers, truckers, truckers (you are the best!)
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| Diesel truckers, truckers, truckers (you are the best!)
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| Diesel truckers, truckers, truckers (you are the best!)
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| Diesel format, check the road, hit from city to city
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| The gritty, the committee
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| The master with trailers overloaded
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| Santa Fe out to New York City
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| The gear changer, downhill vocal rearranger
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| Heavy angles make your woman earrings dangle
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| Truck drivin expert
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| With the Coogi, sometimes I sport the Kangol
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| Fallin watermelons, produce
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| Supermarkets need it by tomorrow
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| Diesel truckers, we carry mangos
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| With map facin angles
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| Curves to go by, under the passes don’t lie
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| From the Golden Gate Bridge to the George Washington Bridge
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| Packed houses in London, my vocals ignite the Brixton fridge
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| Museums worship me like pyramids
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| Words connect and play together like little kids
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| Beginners who just started, clones in zones and fugitives
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| Who try to express theyself
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| Abstract outerwear, bouquets and sports coats
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| Enemies, my focus is past wigs with mad tricks
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| All bets are massive bids
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| Optimus, we pushin rigs, overhauls
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| Bringin 9,000 pounds of weight, around to malls
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| While y’all move cotton balls, before 16's was made
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| I broke the laws, of sharks who bit like Jaws
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| Evens or odds, it’s still mine
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| The machinery can never be paused
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| On tour, skate on comp like Guy Lafleur
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| Many call me the great Boston Bruin, Bobby Orr
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| I’m Bobby Raw, the crowd cheer, y’all watch Bobby score
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| Texture for perfection for selection
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| The manifesto, you heard the best though
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| Gassin up with diesel, you take the Esso |