He just don't know the rap (g), please tell him, who is carl c, tell him not to miss with me
Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party
I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky
I stroll into ya studio behavin all casually
Six pack, of beer is in my refrigerator.
See, she would complained of the tested nature
Beautiful are thou, africa
Washington, d.c to los angeles, ca
Come at me im sick of studio gangster thinking there music is whats happening
She feels a baby is the way to save her relationship that ain't nothing
Drinking a forty ounce beer
Which made me have to wait like leap year
Where they find me, 16 on death row
Set up my own home studio
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