A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot
It gets me madder than a mob, it gets me thinkin' i'd rather rob
Inspired by that ganja most 9-to-5ers just can't afford
Whitey here, but don't misconstrued me with the ford,
All of us will eventually crack.
Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track
You jennifer love hewitt and bitch
I'm gon' make a pretty big sandwich
Yo, i'll bet she be back
If it still has a crack
Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore
If you try to give it to me at the door
Get grand slam fans out of they seats
Big rob whaddya think nocturnal means
Black honda accord slash four door ford until the drivers are flattened
But every other part of you make me wanna depart and
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