everybody know me

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come on

we back baby

swishahouse

t.f. mr. lee

p. wall

i got the screw tape playin in the deck

so i drive slowly

got them swangers pokin

yeah the slab hold me

everybody know me -

cooler than a fan

money in my hand

stashed in them brown paper bags with them rubberbands

i ain't got to say nothin

everybody know me

everybody know me

everybody know me

ballin is a habit

that money i got to have it

i'm an addict for that paper

my hustle is automatic

my presence is so jurassic

these lames is so tragic

i'm lightin that cali cactus

so i'm higher than an attic

i'm choppin up the block like a garbage disposal

so the boppers' proposition an indecent proposal

i'm cool like popsicle

been grindin since i was little

on this pool pick narratin these proverbs and riddles

i'm fresh like green bananas and fly like continental

'cause i stay up on my grind late night like jimmy kimmel

in that pomegranate slam with the roof convert

five stars under the skirts

call it famous footwork

that cali is active when lil' keke got the trees lit

tiltin the bumper kit

i'm flippin with the screens lit

ridin with the big dogg

we

sippin the stuff to cure my cough

pardon me

i'm throwed off

with the screw tape playin in the deck

so i drive slowly

got them swangers pokin

yeah the slab hold me

everybody know me -

cooler than a fan

money in my hand

stashed in them brown paper bags with them rubberbands

i ain't got to say nothin

everybody know me

everybody know me

everybody know me

smoke it up

break it up

speed it up

slow it up

cut it up

screw it up

do it up

who involved? do it to 'em uncle dogg

everywhere i've flown and gone

been know to bounce some balls

my entourage

stay in charge

i could never camouflage

doggy do it extra large

coppin to a lesser charge

paul wall your next in charge

s is hard

reppin hard

press 'em hard

tech in core

blast 'em like nessie mars

yes a star

i'm a bad mother

i'm the only rapper known by your grandmother

and your preacher and your teacher

ain't that a trip?

moshi moshi acuagru ain't that a bitch?

that's japanese little homie

you should learn to mingle

see snoop dogg is international and bilingual

i'm in the game

got the fame and the money mayne

and everybody know my motherfuckin name

uh huh

come on

correct me if i'm wrong but god damn i'm fly

in my famous stars and straps

no suit

no tie

i got the heavy starch crease

so i'm sharp as an ice pick

i'm swangin and bangin and holdin grain like a vice grip

i'm high as a ceiling fan

i'm flyer than superman

i'm hot as a frying pan

'cause baby i'm the man

and i'm leanin like a kick stand

stackin up them grands

from t wet to batan

that wood grain up in my hand

roll it up and pass it

as i cruise through traffic

slow motion candy ocean on this antique classic

i'm superseedin my quota

out collectin these dimes

my speech slurred 'cause i'm leanin like a half passed nine

i'm tippin down on them craigers

i'm skatin like darren harper

with a trunk full of speakers beatin hard like travis barker

the money in the stash

paid for make stack

i'm swangin till the fo's clack

drinkin codeine extract