| In this corner with the 98
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| Subject of suckers object of hate
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| Who’s the one some think is great
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| I’m that one, son of a gun
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| Drivin’by, wavin’my fist
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| Makin''em mad when I’m goin’like this
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| Top gun, never on the run
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| They know not to come cause they all get some
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| Goin’quicker in the speedin’lane
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| Jealous can’t do it and it’s causin’them pain
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| Out the window, middle finger for all
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| Jealous at my ride, stereo and blackwalls
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| Suckers got the nerve and gall
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| To talk 'bout my car when they’re walkin’tall
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| Pullin’away, every day
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| Leavin’you in the dust
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| So you know I get paid, on the mile ego trip
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| And 5-o tailin’on my tip
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| Watch me burn rubber, fall in my flame
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| This episode always is the same
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| Seein’no comp comin’like I’m blind
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| All left back, tailin’my behind
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| I go faster cops try to shoot me They’ll get theirs when they try to get me
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| I’ll let go, my turbo
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| Run, I’m in the river cause they’re movin’too slow
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| Laughin’hard at their attempt
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| So what if the judge charged me contempt
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| I’d rub my boomerang, feelin’proud
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| And I wouldn’t even hear them cause my radio’s loud
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| Cruisin’down the boulevard
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| treated like a superstar
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| You know the time so don’t look hard
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| Get with it, the ultimate homeboy car
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| All you suckers in the other ride
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| When I’m comin’get to the side
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| My 98 is tough to chase
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| If you’re on my tail, better watch my face
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| Smoke is comin’when I burn
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| Rubber when my wheels turn
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| Tinted windows, super bad
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| Lookin’like the car the Green Hornet had
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| It’s the reason I’m ahead of the pack
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| It’s the reason I left them back
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| It’s the reason all the people say
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| My 98-O blows 'em all away
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| Understand, I don’t drive drunk
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| My 98's fly, I don’t drive no junk
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| No cop gotta a right to call me a punk
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| Take his ticket, go to hell and stick it Pull me on a kick but, line up, times up This government needs a tune up I don’t even know what happenin', what’s up Gun in my chest, I’m under arrest
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| Sidewalk suckered wanted to spill me So I got my crew and posse
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| Step outside, got in my ride
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| Drove them around, looked around town
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| Caught I’m out there cold, ran I’m over and down
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| They didn’t get me, that’s the truth
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| Cause my 98-O is bullet proof |