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    [Verse 1]
    I never got a yo when my pockets were low
    But now I'm makin' dough it's all hello, hello
    Since I got to dunkin' these motherfuckers I be duckin'
    Callin' me on my beeper they ain't really dumb or nothin'
    All up on my jock lookin' for nuts for the lickin'
    Havin' such an ass, the nearest one I'm kissin'
    All up on my diznick and all up in my business
    So drop ya panties before ya wanna give me kisses
    I keep em' yes I keep em' reminiscin'
    Thinkin' about my thoughts and I get with em'
    Just because I'm makin' money my neighbors never blink
    So happy birthday mom, ya gift is not a clock but a mink
    Father was a trip, always steady trippin'
    Basically cause my eyes were always red from smokin' up on spliffin'
    Said I wanna out the jack, can bum up in his plumbers house
    But he sung a different tune when he heard about my bank account
    I guess I'll be OK, I'm really not the guilty
    The null is not to follow which they is filthy
    Been tokin' marijuana smokin forty ounce
    I never was a hoodlum but I must admit I knew em'
    Forget where I came from, I know I'm always stankin'
    And removin' the junkie hookers
    That was givin' me up to Spinky on the lifeline

    [Verse 2]
    Talkin' about back in the days of my grade school years
    I used to be a wild child smokin' blunts drinkin' beers
    Up against, on the ends it's sticky gum on the seats
    Shootin' spitballs and cause crazy fights every week
    I was the complete rascal, Dennis the Menace
    I there was any trouble goin' down best believe I was in it
    suspension and detention became the normal activity
    Teachers callin' mom cause they couldn't deal with me
    And my behavior, even the next door neighbor gave up
    Advice, on how to chastise me right
    Sayin' whoop his ass, give him a beat and a whiplash
    And that'll put an end to ya problem Mrs. Gash
    Mom took heed and on the body got frame
    But did it help, nope just caused more brain damage
    Course the same way, the next day I was at it again
    From terrorizin' the halls to cuttin' classes with my man
    But my educational span was spectacular
    I'm just a jerk to do my cause most Polly wanna cracker
    And I ain't a actor like the one with true identity
    So wait, that's cool cause it wasn't for me
    See I knew I could never be like Doogie Howser
    So after eleventh grade I was outtie five thousand
    On my lifeline

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    [Verse 3]
    When I got mid-teenage, I started the rage with rough ones
    Known as the Run-Out Crew and go snatchin' thugs
    Pullin' plugs on suckers and it's on every corner
    My grandma tried to school me said son your a goner
    But I don't listen I was like stop breakin' my balls
    Threw up my hands and gave 50 Grand a call
    I told him to put me down cause the sacks pay a lot
    Now I'm throwin' rocks, dodgin' cops and goin' out like pops
    Daddy cool cause he went to school for an education
    He found the nation but he still found his self facin'
    Time in the ghetto and communities
    And that pledge allegiance to the falg shit ain't foolin' me
    He heard my story he put me down like folks
    And they was on they way to Arizona loc
    He droppin' the keys, makin' these G's, that's what I need
    But someone else could drop off threes, I got freeze

    [Verse 4]
    Lifeless cat can he help us with each other
    He's my partner, he's my cop, he's my buddy
    I'm the mack oh yes a frame, yes a frame oh yes I am
    What a brother gotta do to make em' chill
    Damn, at the club smokin' pot, chillin' in the parking lot
    Drinkin' forties talkin' shit and what not
    There was a guy and a girl K-S-L called em'
    Said they tried to start beef send to the butchers
    Didn't know that he had guns, we heard buckshots and bullets
    My eyes had to lie as we jumped through the bushes
    Had to say thanks, thank God we got away
    Saw the fool by himself the very next day
    Now should K-S-L leave em' alone or should I let my lips whistle
    He's a stupid motherfucker with a pistol
    As for the dude he wasn't scared
    Until I held a pistol to his head
    He started to cry, K-S-L put it down do not lie
    Go on my lifeline

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    Composición: Organized Noize y Parental Advisory

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