Hey yo I’m so keyed up I need kalodopins
Pina coladas and a lot of gin
Too much smoke not enough oxygen
I’m so dope call me oxycottin
I’m approximatley what you call poppin’
I’m the reason why ya broad stop callin’
See me ballin’ with a five doller tee
Hundred dolller jeans
Jewels a hundred g’s
Please I freeze thru June
Five X.L. peep out my costume
Blew five L’s and still got room
For a pack of Ports
Pass off shorts for sure
Bad whores in resorts
Smash in the car as a last resort
Four door exports more leg room
Latex sex keep ya egg in the woom
I don’t need the drama or the stress
No hot mess I’m set to jet
Yeah
Casual like kahki sets
You a human hacky sack I smack ya ass
I been mackin’ since way way back
Rockin’ Harachis and black air maxes
Rap with a passion snatch without askin’
Cash convertin’ workin’ in third person
Make it more quick to put a hurtin’ on em’
Put ya bet up ya fed up get the merkin’ then
Watch Sinat how he work the pen
What goods a contract if it works for them
And not me Martini can’t have it
I’m attracted to carrots like magnets
Mad carrots is what pulls rabbits
Not to mention I’m far beyond average
Beyond what you peons can imagine
I’m advanced like five hundred thousand
And that’s peanuts so see these nuts faggot
I’m Sicilian with a short fuse
Specially when it comes to you sorta dudes
Sorta like Lasorta I’m sore when I loose
Sorta on a winning streak though so make ya move
I’m a cruise thru shoot the breeze
Buku cheese blueberry trees
Arizona red knockin’ em’ dead
I’m a rep til’ the death ma’fucka it’s bread
Drinz til’ the end grenidene red
Ol’ Green Eyes Q-Ball and friends
Between big P and Blade I got it made
So I don’t give to shits J.J.’s getting’ paid

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