I get an itch when i hit shows or pump the studio with mad flow,
Say hello to miss thang, i forgot yo name, she yellow
Watch a funky skyline, pump a mic watch along it's
But somethin' was always missin' like six digits
Or maybe i'm just too good
From hollywood to the hood
A working genius, a work of art
Puns char the bar pump cigars hard
That everythings fine, ok and good
Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took
Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump
Cocking it back, dicking it around, watching it explode like a water pump
She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits
I pump lead to paper, not to new clips,
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