Pop the snitches, tap the bitches, hit
the clubs and flash some bling. I'm rich as Shaq
and hit jus' lahk a hammer. Bamma, git
yo' camer-ah, 'cause (Damn!) her booty's black
and fine, on time! She's mine! Step back! No crack-
er'd better try to get 'er wet, or he'll
regret that move. I'm smooth, but I'll attack
yo' ass jus' lahk Iraq. Let's keep it real.
You feel me, Jack? Don't have to guess, I'm bes'.
The res' don't measure up. I'm blessed wit' nine,
and ho's are linin' up from eas' to wes'
to tap that root. We're knockin' boots. Yo' blind
if you can't see the truth. Get steppin', Gee!
Yo' fruity suit's a hoot and she's wit' me!
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