The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its
Death row and other evil records use lethal methods
I rap just to pass time mat ta fact i used to sell records for a dime,
Gotta go, gotta goyeah baby, hahaha, it's check it out time
Took the van, went snatch her
My records sell, yes sir
Will somebody please show me how
My records selling out the stores now
Ironic since my drive increased, my driver see the profit
Rappers i look up to they got records, i'mma break that shit
You couldn't ship gold records if the only copy you pressed was solid gold
I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed
My records sell, yes sir
And that i spent the night with her
It's ill-advised giving hours to another broad
And ask to see his tax records, they'll make you bound to walk,
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