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Get my people out them chains nigga I mean handcuffs, time to man up Put my hands up? Fuck you sayin' bruh 'Cause I'm a black man, in a Phantom Or is it 'cause my windows tinted? Car cost three hundred thou' and I blow Indo in it You mad 'cause your daughter fuck with me on spring break Well, I'ma fuck her 'til the springs break Yeah, roll another one 'cause I'm winning In my four-door looking real photogenic Gentleman attire, in threads that won't expire I'm in a class of my own, my teacher got fired Money getting long, pussy rate keep rising Versace outfit cost me three thousand From the P houses, did it from the wee hours Selling that chicken no lemon pepper, no sweet and sour First you get the power, then you get respect I'm getting so much money I can buy ya bitch Take it how you wanna, if you wanna take it I like clubs where all the women working naked Fell in love with a waitress what the fuck I'm thinking Bought that hoe a ring, it was for her pinky Uh, that's pimpin' that's slick Got a bottle of cologne that cost more than your rent Fuck y'all mad at me for Got a black card, and a black Phantom With a white bitch in Idaho, I do the same thing in (Montana) Got a thick bitch in Atlanta, got a redbone in the Chi Got two chains, they two-tone, two hundred racks, no lie (true) Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye! I'm 'bout to rumble in the jungle in these new Kanye's Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye! My lawyer threw them gloves on and beat another case Fuck y'all mad at me for, 'cause my belt got two G's on it Her bag got two C's on it, my daughter's stroller got D's on it Free Big Meech, Free Boosie and C-Murder Like New Orleans, like Baltimore, come to Compton you'll see murders And my AR see murders, that's beef nigga no burgers I'm insane and you Usain, nigga better turn on them burners Got coke swimming in that glass jar, bitch go turn on them burners Got dope to sell in this hotel, no half price, no retail You a bitch nigga, no female, I smack niggas, Sprewell I'm on the block like D12, I got the white, no D-12 Like a little nigga in Africa, I was born totin' that K And that's real shit, no Will Smith and no Nona Gaye But they yellin'... Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye! Thank God that a nigga seen another day Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye! Got a chopper and a bottle fuck it let 'em spray I take my case to trial, hire the Dream Team Robbie Kardashian, Johnnie Cochran, I seen things I dream big, I think sharp Inhale smoke, Hawaiian tree bark Humble yourself, you not a G, keep it one with yourself Run to niggas for help, favors I keep one on the shelf I got rifles with lasers, swing it just like the majors Hit you right above navel, now you swimming in pavement Gold medals on my neck, I call it Michael Phelps Hoes settling for less, I call 'em bottom shelf Niggas tough on them blogs and never did nothing at all On the road to the riches, bitches not tagging along Unless it's ass in a thong, hit that ass and I'm gone Disrespect my nigga Boss and I'm flashin' the chrome I'm waving the TEC, Tity sprayin' the MAC Extendos in the back, gonna lap Got a bitch that look like Laila Ali sittin' in my lap Got a call from Skateboard, pick 'em up at LAX Speaking skateboards, where Tune at? Fuck with him, I'll break a skateboard on a nigga back 2 Chainz! Skateboard on a nigga track No lie, "No Lie" already got a plaque Mama got a house, daughter got accounts Just to think a nigga like me started with a ounce Bad bitches and D-boys, we bring 'em out If them niggas pussy, we douche 'em, we clean 'em out This the voice of ghetto intelligence If you got work, go to work, don't work at your residence For presidents Word to Muhammad, that triple beam is heaven-sent Riding through the jungles in that motherfuckin' elephant That's a gray ghost, with the ears on it Swimming through the hood like it got fins on it (tell 'em) You know I got that work on the foreman grill Weigh the motherfuckers in, made another mill' Got a nigga feeling like Cassius Clay Thrilla in Manilla, nigga want it whip his ass today Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye! Thank God that a nigga seen another day Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye! Got a chopper and a bottle fuck it let 'em spray Ay, nigga guess what I just picked up? Nigga, talk to yo' nigga Ay, my fuckin' Jesus piece (woo) Ay, ay, ay, nigga, nigga look at ya boy, look at ya boy Ay, nigga look, look real quick, real quick, look at Jesus eyes though Nigga they got diamonds in it, nigga iced out Nigga iced out Jesus face on these bitches nigga Ay, don't ever question my religion I just put 50 stacks on Jesus face out here nigga You see it, ay, ay, ay, real quick, real quick, look at his headband (ooh) Nigga, nigga look it, look at ya boy, nigga Ay, nigga I put the fuckin' rubies around a nigga fuckin' joint nigga Yo, chill here come Kanye, shut up don't Let me turn my piece around
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