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Wooo wooo! [in background]<br>Yessur! aha<br>New Skateboard P<br>Hey!<br>Let´s go get ´em<br>uh-huh<br>yo, hola<br><br>[Verse 1]<br>Mearle maire, club muchacho<br>Asorted flavours, in they solatos<br>Inspire young minds, stacked by Nato´s<br>With the right determination of a patho<br>Running ´cross the water with bricks at his poncho<br>Face like a shoot when it´s bussin´ my glock hold<br>Vanity stings, ´til I die when the holy father hands me my wings<br>When I was young yo the teacher gave me stanity dreams<br>Giving me music like drugs and they handed me things, they shoot it up<br>See me on the TV, the cuties they wanna fuck<br>Both presidental and plus, they hoop it up<br>Got more hits in his zip, who want enough<br>I can go back in time, you be Judge Eato<br>With my men and ?? I know you thinkin´ Neato<br>Givin´ peace to minutes, something like your T-Vo<br>But it´s 3 hundred thousand more with no remote<br>Take it in the rain, I used to live with Tito<br>But he clowned me and told me that my money´s free-doughs<br>Now the Enzo doors go up like a Dilo<br>Reon, same song some from my man Nigo<br>SLR, when the doors go up it´s like a fresh elle jar<br>Nigga we boss, he shall not get hot, he too frost<br>Yessur...<br><br>[Bridge]<br>My nigga close your eyes,<br>Just picture you´re self just holdin´ pies<br>Impliment a plan and and you´ll surely rise<br>Just promised by the man that controls the skies<br>Don´t you see, I know that shit´s so ill<br>Better yet, dawg, just tell me how you feel<br>...How you feel dawg?<br><br>[Chorus]<br>We just picture thinking, dreaming, scheming, breathing, reading, all in the late night<br>Shaking, boiling, lacing, bacon, shaking, shaping, gotta get this cake right<br>As I serve it, you just burn it, breathe it, learn it, now watch you take flight<br>...My nigga how does it feel?<br>Ha ha! Yessur!<br><br>[Verse 2]<br>Nigga you don´t know me<br>I´m part Howard Hues, part horny, part holy<br>First trip on the ramp is the rock and rolly<br>Keep one on my staff with a new pro-chromy<br>If they priest need the mention that I´ve been biten<br>But a force be the chocolate where critics are written<br>He dresses insane where his music admire<br>Ask anyone from Vouge and Esquire And Vanity Fair you like can of the year<br>But you should guess who´s in insanity chair<br>Now it ain´t about what I want<br>Still thumbing through my life like a drug-star porn<br>It´s one thing to say you did it<br>It´s one thing to lie about your didgits<br>It´s one thing to say that you live it<br>It´s another for you fuckers to admit it<br>But I admit I got all this paper plus the prettiest faces that´s off of our nature<br>I drive a Casper, s´cuse me Cassper, wanted meet me at my house, I got space like NASA<br>And it´ll make me happy buy yourself a Sattle<br>Unlike my sister Stacy when she lost her papa<br>I been there, gettin stroke and nothing to trap-uh<br>John could do, when surrounded with true<br>A man dies, baby born, as far as Peru<br>It´s a simple proof between us and imposters<br>We hop in the air, and don´t care what it costs us<br>Now I´m with NERD with a pit full of Martians<br>I guess you could say that we fly like saucers<br>Zapping at niggas, with classing and figure<br>The cash and class whippers<br>The thrashing mag ripper<br>Go ´head and say it (you a rappin´ ass nigga)<br>Yessur!<br><br>[Bridge]<br>[Chorus]<br><br>Nigga you don´t know me...
Letra nueva de la canción
Wooo wooo! [in background]<br>Yessur! aha<br>New Skateboard P<br>Hey!<br>Let´s go get ´em<br>uh-huh<br>yo, hola<br><br>[Verse 1]<br>Mearle maire, club muchacho<br>Asorted flavours, in they solatos<br>Inspire young minds, stacked by Nato´s<br>With the right determination of a patho<br>Running ´cross the water with bricks at his poncho<br>Face like a shoot when it´s bussin´ my glock hold<br>Vanity stings, ´til I die when the holy father hands me my wings<br>When I was young yo the teacher gave me stanity dreams<br>Giving me music like drugs and they handed me things, they shoot it up<br>See me on the TV, the cuties they wanna fuck<br>Both presidental and plus, they hoop it up<br>Got more hits in his zip, who want enough<br>I can go back in time, you be Judge Eato<br>With my men and ?? I know you thinkin´ Neato<br>Givin´ peace to minutes, something like your T-Vo<br>But it´s 3 hundred thousand more with no remote<br>Take it in the rain, I used to live with Tito<br>But he clowned me and told me that my money´s free-doughs<br>Now the Enzo doors go up like a Dilo<br>Reon, same song some from my man Nigo<br>SLR, when the doors go up it´s like a fresh elle jar<br>Nigga we boss, he shall not get hot, he too frost<br>Yessur...<br><br>[Bridge]<br>My nigga close your eyes,<br>Just picture you´re self just holdin´ pies<br>Impliment a plan and and you´ll surely rise<br>Just promised by the man that controls the skies<br>Don´t you see, I know that shit´s so ill<br>Better yet, dawg, just tell me how you feel<br>...How you feel dawg?<br><br>[Chorus]<br>We just picture thinking, dreaming, scheming, breathing, reading, all in the late night<br>Shaking, boiling, lacing, bacon, shaking, shaping, gotta get this cake right<br>As I serve it, you just burn it, breathe it, learn it, now watch you take flight<br>...My nigga how does it feel?<br>Ha ha! Yessur!<br><br>[Verse 2]<br>Nigga you don´t know me<br>I´m part Howard Hues, part horny, part holy<br>First trip on the ramp is the rock and rolly<br>Keep one on my staff with a new pro-chromy<br>If they priest need the mention that I´ve been biten<br>But a force be the chocolate where critics are written<br>He dresses insane where his music admire<br>Ask anyone from Vouge and Esquire And Vanity Fair you like can of the year<br>But you should guess who´s in insanity chair<br>Now it ain´t about what I want<br>Still thumbing through my life like a drug-star porn<br>It´s one thing to say you did it<br>It´s one thing to lie about your didgits<br>It´s one thing to say that you live it<br>It´s another for you fuckers to admit it<br>But I admit I got all this paper plus the prettiest faces that´s off of our nature<br>I drive a Casper, s´cuse me Cassper, wanted meet me at my house, I got space like NASA<br>And it´ll make me happy buy yourself a Sattle<br>Unlike my sister Stacy when she lost her papa<br>I been there, gettin stroke and nothing to trap-uh<br>John could do, when surrounded with true<br>A man dies, baby born, as far as Peru<br>It´s a simple proof between us and imposters<br>We hop in the air, and don´t care what it costs us<br>Now I´m with NERD with a pit full of Martians<br>I guess you could say that we fly like saucers<br>Zapping at niggas, with classing and figure<br>The cash and class whippers<br>The thrashing mag ripper<br>Go ´head and say it (you a rappin´ ass nigga)<br>Yessur!<br><br>[Bridge]<br>[Chorus]<br><br>Nigga you don´t know me...
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