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(feat. Kandu)
You want bigger and better and higher and larger and more shit Peaches and cream To each man his dream Harvest crops and props Teaches teens how to throw dice and pick locks I wish you knew the issue It's all wallet, politics Done it, done it Seen it, seen it We seen it done No opposition to none Cause they remember that story Bout him puttin some fools hand in a blender Cause first things first Gotta hold his down like (?) purse And school his team like Vince Lomardi No noble cause From sea to street Entrepreneur genius They try to take him under federal conspiracy laws Probable cause Damn, that's Rick the man With the master plan [CHORUS x2: Kandu] Somebody told me to deliver this message (pass it on, pass it on) It was the 7th of July 7 years have moved, like out of place So we rushed it Watched us run straight to the front door Took 4 steps, then he took 1 more He rocked timbos from his ankles to his big toes Wouldn't get caught without the flyest of apparel He knew the scooop on everybody from me To Geraldine Ferraro First love was a Ferrari He played more games than your average Atari He said call me Big, but really I ain't the (?) Dips call me often And pops call me Junior Lo-co, at times I am the cream of crops Ripped clean of props Had the school imperials On his materials Everybody jackin so you know the scenario Cause if he heard word Well, not a word he'd utter If he spoke fast not a word he'd - stutter He never slipped into the pit of a gutter Cause cousin's butter You know there ain't another brother - similar He got into the scene with open hands And his love goochie Got him the booty But no (master plan) [CHORUS x2] Lookin at the sin, advance spin Reminds him of memories Of when he can't rest til he buries these So he remains alone in his room When his head hits the bed He sees visions of being dipped I guess you know a good thing til you lost it Tossed it The limelight of paparazzi Get a grip, don't trip Then cause if you trip You slip and pinstripes wasn't his shit So I guess he got a reason So he grabbed the number 9 To define gettin even His definition was this A death wish, kiss Tish And told Cha-Che to hold the mayo Payo, payo was the sound of the oddo But little did he know another brick would be his motto (ha, ha, ha) In the wall, stretch limos And rose of eyes, in disguise Like stain glass windows With more flowers than I've ever seen Got the Visine for this thing You know, easy come, easy go You may think it kinda strange Since the beginning God's been giving in to angels But take back [CHORUS x2] Pass it on |
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