They are the coaches in this
But my niggaz in paris
Fire burning, room turning, flower on the wall yearning.
Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing
Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes
Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose
But once established we living lavish, like the house of versi, paris,
Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this
I take home billions and pay my workers eight bucks an hour,
But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her
We race foreign cars, custom models
I rose from the bush like valentine's petals
Youre probably so embarrased that youre tomato red
Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead
I though i was red hot
Like a fiend off the best rock
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