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Yo Yo Yo doodododododo Yo pssh yo
Yo park the Jeep on the street of the Sunset Marquis Autograph sign and pass wit a gold tip sharpee
Permanent ink blots, I'm drunk on Red Label scotch All you faggots try to judge my *** like Ed Koch
Underground left and right pair surround sound can't be scared Plea the amps, video tape, steady cam
Golden chrome, desert eagle never left at home Flip the track of the beat, watch Bobby flip the metronome
High voltage, keep my seed and wiz well-cultured Peal enemies, my melon dim, the poison blue postage
I open and fold ya, Dirty *** the ogre I leave the cats the book of food stamps and that poga
The box of evil, a fifty sack of that lethal Adjust these boots and bloody cube steaks from keebu
Now what party can you go to and I ain't there you *** actin like you don't care (x4)
You *** actin like you dont care You *** actin like you YO
Razor blade toenails cut holes inside tube socks Golden platinum things unstainable, I chew rocks
Cybertech digital suit deflect bullets Black hooded surrounded by forty acres of wooded
Land, like my cousin dusty dirty *** Dan *** the daughter of the leader of the Ku Klux ***
Tapes we dub, pound you wit the ace of club Poppin your tree to a shrub Tongue kiss a lion and kidnap her cub
Passionate portrait, my biz spread eagle, wild orchid *** so wet you could *** it wit a soft tipped ***
Tickle the tonsil you could hear her coughin I don't know if Dirt *** Mariah, but I'm out to *** Tyra Starks might *** Mya
I'm the *** vampire! doododododododododododo I don't wanna work no more I want my own alibi
Now what party can you go to and I ain't there you *** actin like you don't care (x4)
Yo I'm bent out three days two nights yo I'm spent out One hell of a cruise New York got they hand out
Like I owe somethin, check they stance they frontin I'm two seconds from twistin y'all *** over nuttin
All a sudden ice grills kid you did a baby bid In the mix, almost hung yourself, slit ya wrists
To the maximum, hand me the forty I'll thrash 'em Split out, guess who gassed 'em, made Ghost throw his mask on
Trauma the block pro, bar sledge slang ho Runnin from two-inch soles, some rap and I might blow
World Cup, some been blessed wit the Stanley Yvonne lend you autographed racket wit the hankey
Sideline manuever, polished wack MC remover *** wit long nails cuttin me, leavin bruises
Cantelopes, tied a thousand on y'all folks Came home, this dusthead dude tryin to play me close
Sweepin, peep fears, Liz wants to chop in this kid I might do magic make him disappear
Rear-rose that ***, Isotola Coca-Cola holder Snap the granola, sprinkle ginko bola
Venom from a cobra, laced in the cummy ball odor Soaked through a strainer, here's a dose of
the King James version, displayed just like Samsung Wit effects that'll kill Rogers 007
Hanna Barbera, Park's the opposite of Bambi the deer *** wit mics like Sonny and Cher
Or maybe the captain internet, immaculate golden seal Nice like Mr. Whittendale your girl Chippendale
Shallah Price all up in ya dogged-out trench When I snatched that, *** was broke shoulda sent ya *** back
And where's the key to the hatchback, pop that Get in throw a bag full of mic's in there, respect that
What party can you go to, and Wu ain't there These *** actin like they don't care What party can you go to, and Wu ain't there These hoes actin like they don't care (x4)