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Michael Knight (Remix)
Scoo do-do-do
Scoo do-do-do
Racecars and Weed Jars
I got a style for every bump in ya face
Grease ball ass nigga, Pontiac Judge
Open and shut case, you know, I'm bow tied till I die
Though I made an exception for the '69
So quick off the line
Coin double side but no matter what, we heads up
We in the yard, tell ya dawgs they should beware of us
We break it off like an engagement gone bad
I fill ya jacuzzi with them groupies, make it a bird bath
Miss me? No you didn't, bitch, with that bullshit 'Miss me'
Tryna claim spitta' name, tryna be, Miss Me
All of that is kicks to me, silly rabbit trickery
You only around because my spot is where you wish to be
Hope to catch me sleepin' by bein' freaky
But, baby girl, let me be the first to say it's not that easy
I wasn't born yesterday nor later on that evening
Just had to get that out the way and make the playing field even
Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight
Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight
Michael Knight, scoo do-do-do
Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight
Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight
Michael Knight, scoo do-do-do
And the view from the rockin' chair improve
But I have yet to see a team fuckin' with the crew
Near and far, saw it all, wide frame
Everything with wings ain't a plane, mayne
Indo get rolled up like car windows
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Avoiding the policeman them Carl Winslows
The wind blown in changed, and I am not mad
Ol' garbage bag rappers need to find a style fast
It's written all over niggas like a Dapper Dan
Survive rough lands, cactus plants growin' in desert sands
Alive I stand, never dead, though a nigga didn't die
I got highed up so I could autograph the sky, fool
Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight
Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight
Michael Knight, scoo do-do-do
Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight
Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight
Michael Knight, scoo do-do-do, scoo do-do-do
Definitely dress down and everybody here know it
Yo, a snow white Aston on a ground with a poet
Know as the kid who told you to come to the crib
Threw a bag on your lap and told you don't blow the kids
We mealed up, actually my flowing is real tough
Sport these gazelles, faded leather or real rough
Bank account, don't even question
Spent all my money last year buying shear investments
Marvelous gangsta, New York nigga, make me shank something
Rather screw honeys who ain't cuffing
All my life, six black kids stole a rifle
Kick dice and strip you and slice you
So listen, young niggas, I'ma give you some jewels quick
Don't ever rat your friends out, you'll stand in a pool of shit
Looking like a crab ass faggot
Sooner or later them boys that was hating on got the ratchets
Achets, yeah
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