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I Smoke bout a pound
While walking around
And they wanna know what that stench is
My momma be tripping a lot
Why?
Cause I just be out in the trenches

smart till them start take flight 
Dreams sweet like party 
But inspired by fight 
So when I a sleep
Them always in sight 
Tired of hypocrite people yeah

sir (no sir)
Mind sharp as a switchblade
Headspace clear but I'm fried though, like a beignet
Texts from my ex and I'm movin' past her like Penne

a fact 
A lil bit of everything to be exact
Think party mix chips 
When I call her a snack
And no Sir Mix-A-Lot
Ain't a part of this track
But she got

TO THE THICKEST THOT
WITH A BIGGER BOOTY THAN SIR-MIX-A-LOT'S CHICKS HAVE GOT

bitch, I own hoes
I got my own diamonds around my own Cubans
I own Rolexes and Frank Muellers
I do what the fuck I want to
I'm grown, I own lots of shit,

street drug jive

"Hey white boy, what ya doing uptown
Hey white boy, you chasing our women around?
'Pa pa pardon me sir
Nothing could be farther from my

now
We gon' get busy like this here

Murderer when it comes to a rhyme
Homicide, never doin' no time
Take my lyrics direct
I'm always gettin' respect
I

listen up, I'll spit some fire
Talking 'bout hacking, it's my desire
KiwiBot's in my sight, gonna take it down
With Anonymous by my side, we'll wear

You couldn't find otter colours in Picassos cupboards
Topless tuppers and art sparked from jostled jumpers
Fossil duster with a lot to uncover

Kinja Rules

Jimmy Buffett

Don't Stop the Carnival

here we can not bend / Paperman How about the water? My cistern's flat. / Pullman Why sure, I come to take care of dat / Chorus BUT  You gotta play by

Billy the Mountain

Frank Zappa

The Supplement Tape

1990

hemorrhoids? Oh, that's too bad... Listen... so you've got a mountain, with a tree, listen, causing... oh, my! Well, let me write this down . . . sorta take

the listen

Hook


Please
Don’t fuck with me
Chips down my sleeves
Don’t fuck with me 
I’m pretty cool wit the new shit 
Ain’t got time for ya bullshit
A lot

Yeah, yeah

Dope stash in my Beamer, I can cash out on Adidas
Should I trap? Or should I rap and spend this cash all on a feature?
My niggas is

Throw it up, make it rain on her
I might fuck her with my chains on her
But I got game for her
Hurry up, Whatchu waiting for 
Imma give you what you came

young - well
Everybody knows my story
- we didn't have a lot free lunch was
The thing, "We can get free lunch oh
We're going to free lunch this is
Like

to these bitches
I'm unbothered by yall 
Look how my Jello booty Switches
And you sir
You look like the ghetto movie Bitches
I'm defending my friends
Cuz I

Oh, oh, don’t run away
You say, I mean what I say
That never mean anything, yeah

I take my wrong (I take my wrong)
And I turn it ‘round (I turn it

thanks, ooh
I'm in my bag, clean mix
Stretch out the pack, clean mix
Stretch out the rocks, clean kicks
Fresh out the box, beat sticks

New money

Jet plane headed up to the sky
Spread wings in the clouds, getting high
We ain't hit a rave in a while (sounds of the Sir)
So take me back

(bling)
A&W soda cream, I mix mine with codeine (lean)
That's my favorite drink (pour up), take a sip with me (let's go)

Big Five said break that shit

To Sir, With Love

Herbie Mann

Herbie Mann String Album

1966

hurried by why did they fly away.
Why is it Sir children grow up to be people one day,
What takes the place of climbing trees and dirty knees in the world

To Sir, With Love

The Ventures

Lonely Bull/$1,000,000 Weekend

1997

hurried by why did they fly away.
Why is it Sir children grow up to be people one day,
What takes the place of climbing trees and dirty knees in the world

Ultimate Satisfaction

Field Mob

Release Therapy

2006

chances of losing is slim. 
Y'all talk that smack but copy-cat and do a movie like him. 
Yes sir my mob got that goodie, as if my group had a kid. 
We