| I’mma break 'em off real bad
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| I’mma show 'em pourin' up a duece and ridin' slab
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| Now I gotta work my woodgrain wheel
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| Poppin' trunks, poppin' pills, still poppin' seals
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| Higher than a hill with my mind on mill
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| Piece and chain swangin', bankroll, shiny grill
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| Baby, I got million dollar dreams, with my mind on cream
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| I’m in that mean, green machine; |
| clean, on 19s
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| Flatscreens in the headrest, swingin' like a swingset
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| Brandywine paint wet, comin' down, that’s a bet
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| I’m in the lot chasin' broads like a lesbian
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| Full of that kush-flower, I’m breakin' off pedestrians
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| Higher than a streetlight, floatin' like a parachute
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| Buzzin' like a bumblebee, mustard-green Bentley coupe
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| Young gangsta mack game sharper than a thumbtack
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| Breakin' 'em off, makin' all the boppers attract
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| Then they watch me, I’m rocked up, fully loaded and sloppy
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| Tryna hit it and quit it and walk off like Big Papi
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| Break 'em off
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| I’mma break 'em off real bad
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| I’mma show 'em pourin' up a duece and ridin' slab
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| Aye, aye
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| I pull up like this, untouchable white wrist
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| I’m hotter than warm piss, berry grape Sunkist
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| The truck gold mist 550 snow bunny
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| Bentley Continental with the mink floors dummy
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| Paul Wall money, that’s expensive taste
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| And them friendly ass fools we send 'em to MySpace
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| I’mma break 'em off until the backbone broken
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| Stainless steel drop Phantom, leave the top open
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| Shit done hit the fan, better cover your nose
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| And the kush done start burnin', better cover your clothes
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| (That's right)
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| Concrete crumblin', glass shootin' lasers
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| Crawlin' and cuttin' up on 24 razors
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| I’mma show 'em how to make the slab look phenomenal
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| Chasin' paper in the mornin', call me Houston Chronicle
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| Hold on, then you buckle up the seat belt
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| SwishaHouse, Young Don, capital TF
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| I’mma break 'em off real bad
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| I’mma show 'em pourin' up a duece and ridin' slab
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| Already
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| I’m higher than a satellite, crawlin' like a baby
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| Maneuvering through the traffic like I’m Tracy McGrady
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| Still choppin' on them buttons, I’m struttin' and lookin' fresh
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| Switch hittin' like Berkman, this is ballin' at its best
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| In that Minute Maid dropper with retractable roof
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| Finer than wood, wavin' the hood, student loans on the tooth
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| The fifth wheel on the ground
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| And the trunk in the air
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| Paul Wall, baby I’m the definition of playa
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| My skills is so ill when workin' that wood wheel
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| Tippin' 4s like a waiter, beware of the oil spill
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| Widescreen mindframe, panoramic pimpin'
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| I’m sippin' on that Osama, baby, leanin' like I’m limpin'
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| In that two-seater feeder, it’s me and a señorita
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| Three ounces up in the liter
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| And it’s ten up in the heater
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| Mackin' a mamacita
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| Runnin' game like a cheetah
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| I’m knockin' 'em out the park similar to Derek Jeter
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| Break 'em off
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| I’mma break 'em off real bad
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| I’mma show 'em pourin' up a duece and ridin' slab |