In the heat of the summer,
Good love then i can do that for her
So call the coroner or the mortician for the the
They gotta like a nigga, call me obama
Now we must stand tall
Where the ball meets the wall
I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track
The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,
And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream
We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between
Got the passion for the music
I'm gettin' bitches to strip
But i'm not in the first place
The streetz is aint the safe
I bring the heat like the
You're fucking with me, nigga
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