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Swollen Members
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(Eyo)
My cocaine's whiter than Colgate and
When Christ come I'm gonna go relocate
Finish off them, dimes, big slabs of crack lighting my gangstas will
Bury me at the plate in Bronx Bomber's Field
Give my young guard the four horses
My baby girls get the pink Porches
Dookie gems and they all gorgeous
King Tone had a mean fortress
A French maid blowin' me down like Fara Fawcett
My gun collection is big in the Adolf section
My little mini me he bump off the Mexicans
Mostly known for my ear lobe four million dollar disco ball
That shit dope my wrist cut bang glass
On the crystal floor at club Shiznit
With romy roam just came home, violate a parole sellin' cell phones
With a Snoop Dogg perm his brother puffs sherm thru two an big worm
Weight
My, my, my money fold up
My, my, my pockets swolled up
Say, what, say, what
Just roll up, what's the hold up
Unload and reload up
Hellfire, Hamburger Hill, shell fire
Kill quiet like a knife on the front line private
Live riot stage show
Verse burn flamethrow overthrow takeover name
Known around the globe
King cobra poison slow fang jungle over grown
Wu Tang Ghostface Alchemist killin' the song
Top billing feeling famous chopping heads rock iller
Comic villain on pain killers watching Good Fellas
Dancing in the dungeon all by myself
I say I think I'm going crazy that's a cry for help
My phone don't ring but get sexy text messages
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Gun under my couch thoughts of bitches mud wrestling
Me I'm just chillin' with killers at my disposal
I have a felling you will accept my proposal
Put another dime in the juke box
I love rock 'n roll bullet proof vest Glock lock 'n load
Weight
My, my, my money fold up
My, my, my pockets swolled up
Say, what, say, what
Just roll up, what's the hold up
Unload and reload up
Rap, zombie, I'm controlled by powers beyond me
I go from the drum machine straight to the Digi D
To the hard drive to the G5 to the computer screen
To the lab through the speakers to the pens and the pads
To the science to the math to the vocab
Straight to the vocal booth to the mic back to that old rap
Through the speaker to the place where your heart and your soul at
Drop out the drums rough mix straight to the work dat
Bounce the track to disk format and burn that to a CD
Take it to the truck where the systems at
Make sure the bass hit like a thunder clap
Then I double back to the lab fast like I was running laps, I freeze
Back to the Digi D, to an MP3
Through the Internet freeway straight to the DJ
To the radio constant airplay
I gotta keep food on my plate so I'm moving that
Weight
My, my, my money fold up
My, my, my pockets swolled up
Say, what, say, what
Just roll up, what's the hold up
Unload and reload up
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