Tekster:
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Uh oh chi-town you ain't ready for this one I came back with a quickness It's your girl, Kid Sis Like this Jump out yo skin You can be from down south

Uh oh chi-town you ain't ready for this one I came back with a quickness It's your girl, Kid Sis Like this Jump out yo skin You can be from down south

Came around the corner with the slab on rags (alright) Think about my dad and the shit we had [TQ] Ooh Lord, I remember yesterday Trippin' hittin switches

mall again Terminally bored Shuffling round the stores And shoplifting is getting so last year's thing X-box is a god to me A finger on the switch

dog I had to have me one You might know me from cruising around in my Cadillac To pumps in the trunk the batteries on rack flip the switch on my lap (

talkin' France to Germany From Italy to Japan From London to Belgium To Afghanistan From Farmers Boulevard Smokin' a blunt with my man To writin' rhymes on a ironin' board

ugly Now you switching dawg (Trick Daddy rapping) Yo, wuz up (wuz up) You pussy niggas shut the fuck up (shut up) Put it up, cut it out If the dash board

black goddess, sister, I can't resist her No stringy haired, blonde hair, blue eyed Pale skinned, buttermilk complexion Grafted, recessive, depressive, ironing board

lake, we skate with the heavy weights Can you feel me? Surfs all night, be rich 500 super sport, low-low's hittin' the switch Gots long dough, fo' sho