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[Intro: Bobby Creekwater] Yesssss, ladies and gentlemen (yeah man) Bobby Creekwater, today´s host Today´s narrator, yeah (We do this shit every year around this time) Today´s what-the-fuck-ever you wanna call it But I need y´all to sit back, and listen Listen man (fuck what you write man, just go get ´em) [Verse One] An executive mindframe, fuck tryin to rap Niggaz represent a corner, I refined the map Artesian water, this is flow untapped And rep for ´em like Mike on playoff night; that´s if the payoff right The dream team, Bobby Creek, Em, 50 and them We ? the City like Diddy and them The opposition we just pityin them, it´s no chance Put you niggaz in the special olympics is no dance I´m nice like a meal twice, nigga no grams Get them bitches out they pants, I did it with no hands! See, one thing´s for sure I´m pure uncut Baby you can either stay down or get gunned up Mr. Night Life, I can give you niggaz sun up I just get an order, let my niggaz pick the gun up That´s when I bone ya, nigga wake yo´ punk ass up This is ammonia, fuck your face up Bitches won´t even telephone ya I can space age pimpin, a pocket full of stone ya Ya dig? Take the world over that´s the gig Sell enough units have Paul and Jimmy dancin the jig Roll the Maserati through the city, me and Riggs Bumpin Obie Trice, shoot a bird at the pigs Ever since a nigga got rich Life is still a bitch but she a high class bitch I just wanna fuck with me a high class bitch Nigga pitch that on some eyeglass shit See I classic, enough to get the mics back right And I´m a fan of record sales, I don´t like that hype I´m here to end it [Chorus] Oh Lord that nigga mean, ain´t he? Yea, goddamn that nigga clean, ain´t he? Yea, see he a greedy baby But some people tend to call him the return of Shady There he is - goddamn that nigga clean, ain´t he? Yea, oh Lord that nigga mean, ain´t he? Yea, see he a greedy baby But some people tend to call him the return of Shady Bobby Creek, Bobby Creek... [Verse Two] Yea, yeah Nice like Mike right, you niggaz soft as night lights Diamond´s a tall order I´m just tryin to get the hype right I´m throwed off, so hard, so soft, sold out Bought the Coupe a color of nice weather and rolled out I can´t hold out, hot like a fish fried Who the fuck is this guy? The ruler on the disc I Hit you in your suit coolers, I´m in the Coupe cooler than pigskin men base runners and hoop shooters A loose screw ban money like the legendary Roots crew This is just the shit that I am used to Oh nah, I don´t bust a chopper but I used to Now I put the word out - I´m sure you niggaz heard ´bout Young boss sold money, old school new paint Ball knowin you can´t, give a fuck what you think Member of the mighty Shady Records, nigga you ain´t Think you fuckin with me then double whatever you drink You can´t fathom what the bitch throwin at him Couple niggaz hatin on him but the fans waitin on him like a, PlayStation 3, money for your advance My vacation fee, ain´t no use in hatin me nigga And don´t shit-talk pimp, I´d rather flush anyone with big enough nuts to come and fuck with us I bust but keep in mind, pressure bust pipes And you niggaz wouldn´t bust a grape in a fruit fight What the fuck? (yeah) [Chorus]

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