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I said, "I smoke every now and then"
But when I really need one, I gotta have one
Just dyin', great tricks
(Yeah, so?)
To the 6-9, that was a double deuce
(You said someone about someone about, "It's on")
See? That's all
(What does this thing do? Oh there it goes)
Where you goin'?
(I'm right here, what are you doing?)
I'll do black and white trip? (Uh-huh)
Oh, gotta get 'em X skin on the black and white (yeah)
You know what it is? (Of course) It's like an in-between thing
(Oh, I didn't know about this) I'm not black, I'm not white (where, where's, where's the switch?)
I'm kind, you know
(Where's the switch?) Where's what switch?
(Where's the black and white switch?)
Oh you gotta get it fixed up? Right over here
(You see, this is dust, everything here is dust)
(Danny, what up? Is that your lover?) Yeah
(Really?) I love BBQ's
(So now that) The only reason I barbecue on 'em on Wednesdays
Is because he fuckin', fuckin' falls in the grill
Little beaner
Hehe
(Oh, what was that?) Little fuckin' tooth
Carlos did it no, hehe
(Carlos?) Hey now, you can do it on command?
You know as, know well as you do, you can come whenever you want
(Tacos) I'm the one who gave Taco his name, you know that?
I said, can you believe that? I said, "We had that barbecue," and he goes
"Oh, you wanna go to Taco?"
Da-nuh-nuh, da-nuh-nuh, dah-dah-dahn
Órale
Where he at?
My mama talk-a to me, tried to tell me how to live
But I don't listen to her, 'cause my head is like a sieve
My daddy, he disowned me 'cause I wear my sister's clothes
He caught me in the bathroom with a pair of pantyhose
My basketball coach, he done kick me off the team
For wearin' high heels sneakers, 'cause I'm actin' like a queen
Gonna tie my pecker to a tree, to a tree
Gonna tie my pecker to a tree
(Gonna tie his pecker to a tree)
Getcha boogie on
Go, head
The Earth is comin' to an end, and I don't give a damn
As long as I have my bitch, oh I'ma fuck you
It don't bother me if people think I'm funny
'Cause I'm a big rockstar, and I make lots of money
Money, money, money, money (are you talkin' pesos?)
Money, ka-ching
Ka-ching
Lots of money
Lots of money
Lots of money (I'm so bloody rich)
Lots of money
Lots of motherfuckin' money
I get lots
I own shopping centers and parking lots
And stocks, and all that shit
I own you, ha
You too
You three
For me
Hee-hee
Ho-ho
Get your groove on
Let's bring it back one more time, Jonathan
Jonathan on them drums, gettin' even slower
More groovin', slow that shit down crazy slow
Come on, death, right here, slow, ah
Don't give a fuck, break it out
You even know, Boy George is on heroin
We don't give a fuck
Rick James is in a crackhouse
And I'm fuckin' paying, that's all that matters
The bomb is a fuckin' in house
Loco
Give me some