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I'm back in the old-school, this here's part two,
Blazin' Squad freaking like "What we gone do?"
Better watch your step 'cos I'm coming straight for you!
I'm that dirty, dirty, dirty, lickety-lick-lick,
Koffee, Duzza, No Play, take your pick,
I'm telling you brotha, these guys the real shit!
Every bit of their soul is out of control,
Move out the way, these homies on a roll.
Welcome to the Rican show, this here's my set,
You want a good fortune, then I'm your best bet,
My principals are lyrical, my genius is gold,
I ain't a prancy fake-ass who's afraid of being bold,
My story ain't told, my life ain't sold,
People say my heart is cold,
That it's made of stone,
Well I'm on my own so what am I supposed to do?
Being real is appreciated by those close to you.
I've got too many hombres, for you to even count,
I'm a heavyweight fool, I'll take Prince in a bout,
You damned freak-asses stand and shout,
You don't even know what you're rapping about.
I can't hit you all the time but I'll hurt you like Bruno,
Listen up for Duzza, the name you'll all soon know,
He'll bounce on your stereo like he was a sumo,
He's a thunder pound homeboy that you can't touch so...
I got Moschino on my mistress, Evisu on my bitches,
And yet I still got people asking who richest,
Ay yo get off of my tip, you can suck my dick,
Get into my trousers and give it a lick.
I hold no glock, but I sip on Private Stock,
I know puta after puto who'll ride on my cock,
I got common sense, but then I got sensimilia,
The type that makes me into weed memorabilia.
You got yourself a shorty? I just got forty,
They like it when I play games and I talk naughty.
They'll exercise a right to stand up and fight,
You ain't the kinda person who'll keep them up at night,
They need a playboy prince who's me, alright?
Just gimme your play bunnies and I'll play them tonight,
You can be off for good and outta my sight,
One more thing, my cigar needs a light.
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