Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first
My whole family was concerned of the music i had learned
I live in texas red white and blue, playin soccer come at me and my spanish crew
And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true
Nigga pass the white let it hit my brain
I swear i'll never call you bitch again
Since i was killed by the don,
Pay dues like a hair salon
And once i began to forget the rest of what i was with, family 'n shit
Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket
Cause then i’m throwing peace signs
Ive got the sickest of minds
Of the vhs especially during sex baby
Ain't rapping like i was another slow b/
Was king of the underground, but i still rap like i'm on my pharoahe monch grind
Scholars and scientists now conceive that africa is the first place of mankind
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