I stay up all night I go to sleep watching Dragnet
Never sleep alone because Jimmy is the magnet
I'm so rope, they call me Mr. Roper
When the troubles arise you know I'm the cool coper
On the mic I score, just like the Yankees
Get over on Ms. Crabtree like my main man Spankee
Excuse me young lady I don't mean to trouble ya
But you're looking fine inside your B.M.W.
I got lucky, I brought home a kitten
Before I got busy I schlepped on the mitten
Can't get better odds because I'm a sure thing
Proud Mary keeps on turning and rollin like a Ring Ding
Jump the turnstile never, pay the toll
Ding ding ding doo wah diddy you're busted with the pre-roll
Customs jail me, over an herb seed
Don't rat on your boy, over some rat weed
I'm out of your back door and into another
Your boyfriend doesn't know about me and your mother
Not perfect grammar, always perfect timing
The Mike stands for money and the D is for diamonds

Roses are red. The sky is blue
I got my barrel at your neck so what the fuck you gonna do
It's just two wheels and me the wind in my eyes
The engine is the music and my nine's by my side
'Cause you know "Y A U C H".
I'm takin' all M.C.'s out in the place
Takin' life as it comes, no fool am I, goin' off gettin' paid and I don't ask why
Playin' beats on my box makin' music for the many
Know a lotta def girls can do anything
A lot of parents, like to think I'm a villain
I'm just chillin', like Bob Dylan
Hey I smoke cheeba, it helps me with my brain
I might be a little dusted but I'm not insane
People come up to me, and they try to talk shit man
I've been making records since you were sucking your mother's dick .

Girl, ya walking tall now with your fancy clothes
You got fancy things they're going up your nose
You gettin fancy gifts, from expensive men
You're a dog on a leash like a pig in a pen
Mothership connection, getting girl's affection
If your life needs correction, don't follow my direction
You got your 8 by 10, your agent, your Harley
You be driving around Hollywood yo, sorry charlie
'Cause I'm running things like some Mack motherfucker
Your only claim to fame is you're a false fake sucker
You slip, you slack, you clock me you lack
While I'm reading on the road by my man Jack Kerouac
Poetry in motion, coconut lotion
I had to diss the girl because she got too emotional
Are you experienced, little girl?
I wanna know what goes on in your little girl world
Give time for your mind, it's hard to forget me
I'll take your pride for a ride if you let me
So peace out ya'll, and keep peacing out
Full throttle, full bottle, and full full clout
And I'm out

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