| Yeah, yeah
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| You’re witnessin' the sounds of La the Darkman
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| I like a lot of cash, I like a lot of hoes
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| I like expensive cars, I like expensive clothes
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| La the rap ruler, tight nigga, smoke mad buddha
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| In a Benz, Coupe, Range, Lex or Landcruiser
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| Some say I’m a psychic, I predict my future
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| To be rich, disrespect my crew and I’mma shoot ya
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| It’s like I hit the the lotto, shoes Nike Air, watchin' Mavado
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| GMC truck, new powder blue Tahoe
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| Grant my own wishes like a Genie from a bottle
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| Remember the tip of my shells stay hollow
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| Son, I get money and I get sophisticated funny
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| Buy the pops, sell ya niggas crummy
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| Pushin' the seven, use to walk and look bummy
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| My fifth turn tone tough niggas into mummies, dummy
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| My trees stay green, keep my jewelry and pussy clean
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| Lookin' like a nander off the T.V. screen
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| Get head, like a pornographer’s dream
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| Was a peasant, a pawn, a prince, now a king, breathe
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| Son, I let the tech blow, faster than pass from Drew Bledsoe
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| Black talents get, twist ya body like a preztel
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| Dogs, we not affraid, yo, just give me a sec, yo
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| I’mma have these rap bastards run a petro
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| Catch me at the Rutger, watchin' a game, burnin' a Dutch
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| A four-fifth, cop me some one and ten truckers
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| A cold day in hell before I’m played like a sucker
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| Sing-Sing, yeah, I’m a bad muthafucka, pluck ya
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| What the deal is, I’mma trynna be rich as Russell Simmons
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| Skyscrape it out, chillin', hittin' women
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| Stop at the light, my rims, keep spinnin'
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| Every time partner see my face, start grinnin', I’m winnin'
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| My style vary, just like different guns I carry
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| Lookin' down the barrel of the fifth, gets scary
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| My lifestyle’s real, never imaginery
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| Have bitches in the hot tub, bad as Halle Berry
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| I get cash pronto, La the Darkman head honcho
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| Catch me on Maui, litin' haze in the fonto
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| Style Benny Blanco, my type of poncho
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| Kick dimes, ridin' the dick like a bronco
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| And I get greasy, I’m on the street that’s for sheezy
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| Where I put my hustle down, niggas wanna be me
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| Catch me on the block, with my click or on the TV
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| East, I’m off the hook, West, I’m off the heezy, easy |