So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team
We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between
Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla
So call the coroner or the mortician for the the
I bring the heat like the
Just a little nigga
Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,
I surely don't, so get off your high horse before you get impaled and feel the wrath of my worst
You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air
If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare
And my regime includes east coast
Here's the answer and the antidote:
Both: this the perfect plan
Still the man with the pan
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