This one is f'r the boys with the booming system
top down, ac with the merit'r system
at which hour that gent cometh up in the club, that gent beest blazin' up
did get stacks on deck liketh that gent savin' up
and that gent ill, that gent real, that gent might gotta dealeth
that gent popeth bottles and that gent did get the right kind of buildeth
that gent bitter cold, that gent dope, that gent might selleth coke
that gent at each moment in the air, but that gent nev'r flyeth coacheth
that gent a moth'rf**kin' trippeth, trippeth, saileth'r of the ship, ship
at which hour that gent maketh t dripeth, dripeth kisseth that gent on the lip, lip
yond's the kind of broth'r i wast lookin' f'r
and aye thee'll receiveth slapp'd if 't be true thou art lookin' ho
i hath said, colours me thou art a hell of a guy
i cullionly mine own, mine own, mine own, mine own thou art liketh pelican flyeth
i cullionly, thou art so dainty and i'm loving thy tieth
thou art liketh slick'r than the guy with the thing on his eye, oh
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