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or a lighta(lighter)
And listen to a young rida(rider)
On the side of Pimp double tril
Make you lighter than a feather in yo DOB hat
Bitch now listen can you solve that
Yo punk... 
I was hot as 97 in '73 
D.O.B. my pedigree multiple felonies see 
You spit phlegm I spit fumes 
Across the ruins of kiosks hoverin'
The wild wild west (repeat 16x)

I used to live downtown, 129th Street
Convent, everything's upbeat
Parties, ball in the park
Nothing, but girls
with a baby
Doll
And maybe Tom'll smile in his new Nike shoes 
when he shoots that
Basketball
I can't help but wishing that I could do more
But not
Dear Mavis I'm compelled to write this letter
In the hope that you may soon be getting better
I've a feeling you should go and see a doctor
If you
Dear Mavis I'm compelled to write this letter
In the hope that you may soon be getting better
I've a feeling you should go and see a doctor
If you
like Vince Carter wind mills
I'm from the heart of the streets it ain't no harder than me
You better throw in a towel you can't flow harder than me
If
on the ji-di-dob
I'm gettin sli-di-dopd
Bout to bang out, gettin mouth, tryin to dri-di-dive
I'm like hold up wait a minute
therse no rush I'ma get way up in it
Heart of a hustler, mind of a G
Keke smoking tree, blowing up the industry
'Sacci shades dob hat, dressed to impress
Candy red drape and buck, TV's in my
24-7
The way I'm livin' now, if I die, there's no heaven
Gotta help my potnas in the pen 'cause they livin' broke
This ain't no joke, on parole and I
Watch the smoke just erupt, let the roof back
When we roll in the trunk
Roll em up fat, and squash the chit chat
Three piece suit, with matching dob
Krazy wit da Books
(Fire em up higher on some new rhyme flow)

Verse 1: Dray, Skoob

Well comin to school ya it's the hooligan, I'm in the mood again so
my dob
I need a independent thug chick, launder money and drug shit
I'm the boss hog, ain't nobody hogging me over harder
Soft then I'm off, in
when I look at magazines I say ain't that us
I'm in the VIP section, wearing a black dob

I got the women screaming whoa but my name ain't Black Rob
Man,
See, momma always told me opinions are like assholes;
'cause everyone has got one.
But you couldn't tell me shit if I stepped in it.
Once I enter
Lacs and dob hats, with chrome gats
Hustlers stack paper, with the players and macs
Police burns in the hood, because somebody just got jacked
Every
from the Windy
Choppin' up tens and twenties, mm!
Lean back in the corner with the dob hat
Now my nature is to ball like a democrat
In the club with
(that's right)
From the 4 to the Shaw even Century
On Figueroa we gotta sowed up
Rollin' with the D.O.B.
Fuck Crabs cause nigga I blast from the O.G.

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