FLEX
YO, WHAT'S HAPPEN FOOLS. STILL RUNNING THOSE DIGITAL SATELLITE LIPS. LET ME GET BACK AT YOU ON THE NEXT TRACK. AFTER THE WEST COAST MAFIA TAKES DOWN THE FRIST CREW IN OUR WAY OF BEING ON TOP. FULL OF STAMINA AND DOING THIS TRIATHLON. FEELING LIKE THE JEFFERSON'S, MOVING ON UP THE RAP FAME CHARTS. (CATCH US IF YOU CAN). IN THE GARAGE, WITH THE OIL CAN AND FINE TUNING THIS JOLLY RANCHER BLUE RASPBERRY RIDE. PEDDLING CIRCLES AROUND THESE FOOLS, WITH MY TRICKED OUT SCHWINN. MAJORITY OF YOU FOOLS, STILL LOCKED IN THE GARAGE, AND STILL TRYING TOO FIGURE OUT HOW TOO PLAY WITH YOUR DIP STICK. ( YOU A SQUARE HEAD, FOOL) THESE SIMPLE MINDED FOOLS, THINKING THEY CAN TURN THEIR SQUARE INTO A CIRCLE, AND RIDE LIKE THE WEST COAST MAFIA, (SMOOTH AND FLAWLESS). ONLY THING I HEAR FROM THESE FOOLS IS, (FLOP) (FLOP) (FLOP), NOT TALKING ABOUT THE GUCCI FLIP FLOPS. JUST YOU FALLING OVER AND OVER AND OVER, JUST STAY DOWN AND KEEP ON WAXING MY BRAND NEW ZOOT'S. POPPING A WHEELIE, AND IT'S TIME FOR ME TOO MAKE IT RAIN. HEADING TOO YOUR MOM AND SISTER HOUSE. THEY FACE TIMING ME, WANTING SOME OF THIS BISCIT FLUFFY BUDS.(BFB). BUT, THEY REALLY WANT THE SIZE 13 SHOE. LEAVING THESE UNDERCOVER HO'S, LIKE SOME RED BOTOX CANDY WAX LIPS. I GOT THAT U.S.D.A GRADE A DNA. AM GETTING THAT FAMILY THERAPY. YOU STILL LIVING IN THE BASEMENT AT YOUR PARENTS HOUSE WITH THE RATS AND ROACHES. BUT, YOU ALWAYS GOT YOUR HAND OUT. LIKE, AM YOUR FATHER. YOU PROBABLY ARE MY SON AND DAUGHTER. MY BLOODLINE STARTS IN 1765, AND I GOT TOO KEEP MY DYNASTY LIVING FOR EVER. YOU CAN BE MAD AT ME ALL YOU WANT. BUT, THAT'S HOW THE GAME ROLLS IN EYES OF THE BISCIT
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YO, WHAT'S HAPPEN FOOLS. STILL RUNNING THOSE DIGITAL SATELLITE LIPS. LET ME GET BACK AT YOU ON THE NEXT TRACK. AFTER THE WEST COAST MAFIA TAKES DOWN THE FRIST CREW IN OUR WAY OF BEING ON TOP. FULL OF STAMINA AND DOING THIS TRIATHLON. FEELING LIKE THE JEFFERSON'S, MOVING ON UP THE RAP FAME CHARTS. (CATCH US IF YOU CAN). IN THE GARAGE, WITH THE OIL CAN AND FINE TUNING THIS JOLLY RANCHER BLUE RASPBERRY RIDE. PEDDLING CIRCLES AROUND THESE FOOLS, WITH MY TRICKED OUT SCHWINN. MAJORITY OF YOU FOOLS, STILL LOCKED IN THE GARAGE, AND STILL TRYING TOO FIGURE OUT HOW TOO PLAY WITH YOUR DIP STICK. ( YOU A SQUARE HEAD, FOOL) THESE SIMPLE MINDED FOOLS, THINKING THEY CAN TURN THEIR SQUARE INTO A CIRCLE, AND RIDE LIKE THE WEST COAST MAFIA, (SMOOTH AND FLAWLESS). ONLY THING I HEAR FROM THESE FOOLS IS, (FLOP) (FLOP) (FLOP), NOT TALKING ABOUT THE GUCCI FLIP FLOPS. JUST YOU FALLING OVER AND OVER AND OVER, JUST STAY DOWN AND KEEP ON WAXING MY BRAND NEW ZOOT'S. POPPING A WHEELIE, AND IT'S TIME FOR ME TOO MAKE IT RAIN. HEADING TOO YOUR MOM AND SISTER HOUSE. THEY FACE TIMING ME, WANTING SOME OF THIS BISCIT FLUFFY BUDS.(BFB). BUT, THEY REALLY WANT THE SIZE 13 SHOE. LEAVING THESE UNDERCOVER HO'S, LIKE SOME RED BOTOX CANDY WAX LIPS. I GOT THAT U.S.D.A GRADE A DNA. AM GETTING THAT FAMILY THERAPY. YOU STILL LIVING IN THE BASEMENT AT YOUR PARENTS HOUSE WITH THE RATS AND ROACHES. BUT, YOU ALWAYS GOT YOUR HAND OUT. LIKE, AM YOUR FATHER. YOU PROBABLY ARE MY SON AND DAUGHTER. MY BLOODLINE STARTS IN 1765, AND I GOT TOO KEEP MY DYNASTY LIVING FOR EVER. YOU CAN BE MAD AT ME ALL YOU WANT. BUT, THAT'S HOW THE GAME ROLLS IN EYES OF THE BISCIT
THANK YOU, WAIT INTILL THE NEXT SONG, (PRINCE),BISCIT.
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