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"I'm every scene but gossip, my weeblization be thug My music be all in the club an' my fo' 15's be sub An' my drums an' my brake pads on my car be rubber My oldest an' my youngest son always nuggin' Bumpin' me an' my Catholic savage, badness Dumpin' on phony ass, fake ass plastic faggots Grindin', dippin' an' divin' on fine, pressure Rhymin', in the 'Lab like Dexter' Packin' Winchester an' a trey Sylvester Catch a, bitcha, out there, oughta wet'cha Kinda sorta liquored, liquor kinda sore, measure, grams Digital scale, green eggs an' hams Yams, candy yams, spam, damn Loaded my cheese, peanut butter an' jam Sam'mich, mannish, me an' my Hispanics Vanish, talkin' in codes like we from different planets Ay, what y'all players grindin' to? What y'all bumpin', man? The slap What they lackin' in the trackin'? What all my black niggas listenin' to? The slap What about my [Incomprehensible]players an' West coast cats? What they listenin' to? The slap An' I know my down South, Midwest an' East coast folks Is fuckin' with the slap I've got white girl for sale An' I don't mean Caucasian, I'm talkin' about Yale 2 way goin' off, like a high school babe A hundred bucks it cost me for my faulty chip sale Around the corner from Starbucks coffee, talkin' to my gal My frontin' lil' broad up out of Tacoma, askin' for some mail Like I'm some type of trick, really musty mouth bitch Get smacked silly, get smacked silly Musty mouth bitch, get smacked silly Puffin' on a Phizznilly blunt, I'm really real Herbal kill deal, chill pill, scrill deal Feel 'til Phil, heal skill Grindin', grittin' an' grindin', lurkin', seekin' An' searchin', skirtin', tellin' that Durban work it Caitlin Candy's drinkin' an' gurpin' E an'J brand burpin', [Incomprehensible] Chickens an' birdies pickin' a chef to serve it Servin', to die for, top bleedin' the block for Ravi Milkin' the block for 'fetti Like a pregnant bitch's titties Ay, what y'all players grindin' to? What y'all bumpin', man? The slap What they lackin' in the trackin'? What all my black niggas listenin' to? The slap What about my [Incomprehensible] players an' West coast cats? What they listenin' to? The slap An' I know my down South, Midwest an' East coast folks Is fuckin' with the slap Talk my way out of anythin', got my hands off in everythin' If my money ever got funny I'd pawn my Walter Potter engagement ring If I was to pass away tomorrow With a self-inflicted wound to the melon Just remember, y'all, I had the mouthpiece of car salesman Whomp, beat of a gorilla, peel a cap back to the tender fat Put out a contract, bring you back your hats Hypothetically speakin', not any time soon Fly fittest, finest player leakin' Daniel Boone, boom, boom, boom Creepin', fly right through your living room While you're sleepin', peakin', tweakin', geekin', screamin' Chicken is sneakin' but we was supposed to done had a meetin' Renegin' fakin' in whom I trust Standin' outside of the club schemin', scammin' Plottin' an' plannin' yammin',? Yes, Sir? an',? Yes, Maam?'in Double agent, playin' a '50s loose cannon, new shoe You ain't even cool, fool, dude, you a trick Take it from the Water Man, straight big stick Ay, what y'all players grindin' to? What y'all bumpin', man? The slap What they lackin' in the trackin'? What all my black niggas listenin' to? The slap What about my [Incomprehensible] players an' West coast cats? What they listenin' to? The slap An' I know my down South, Midwest an' East coast folks Is fuckin' with the slap The beat keeps knockin' down my rear view mirror The beat keeps knockin' down my rear view mirror The beat keeps knockin' down my rear view mirror The beat keeps knockin' down my rear view mirror The beat keeps knockin' down my rear view mirror The beat keeps knockin' down my rear view mirror The beat keeps knockin' down my rear view mirror The slap "