Je suis la garçon qui cracher flamme, french, i just cannot
Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop
Pay dues like a hair salon
Man it goes on and on
When you ain't got no education
They pick on him and step on him
You cant grab on whats on the news
Dark side of town, baby mama blues
Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there
He's wheezing out of breath i guess il be taking the chair
Il bust that tec across your deck and across your neck
Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead
They wait on my return, i am az-zahir hakim
100 percent on everything and on my team
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