O so maybe it's for quite levels
Shout out my nigga miles
Plus he is always holding a teddy eya-eya o
And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow
O, the o is for the oppression that's been done to me.
I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body
Spending money when your wallet gets low
Benny is about to reach the twenty eya-eya o
Shady, fifty, d.r.e., d o double g,
The good kid from the ugly city
But he is so semi and skinny eya-eya o
The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window
So we'll just suffer
Mother, o my mother!
He was entrapped by a storm eya-eya o
We magnetizing the ghetto
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