Letras
Lamb chops
Garlic
Herbs
Flip this, linguistic pimp shit
Left hand, right side, seat stick shift
A.I.R. prescription on the pimpins
Baggy pants dance like Michael Bivins
Living good, the floor and the ceiling wood
Bath is marble, toilet seat is French
Heated for the middle of the night
Cause daddy gotta wake up early morning for a flight
See me with the gold frame, intelligent thug, no prescription
Smoking weed is my addiction
Doctor said you need it for your condition, no more heavy lifting
I guess I need someone to help me take a piss then
Suck my dick and my balls at the same time
Me, Cakey, and Pinky, game time
Popped a black ear so I got the hang time
Aged fine, like a Montreux shade wine
'86, The Mets won the ring
My father rocked the leather with the holster for the thing
Put the iron to the Tommy, meeting with some clients
Working on the title, pressing up a hundred thousand
Recorded out in Maui, what you know about it?
Pressed the vinyl in Jamaica, getting paper, blowing vapor
Sewing stitches, showing niggas how it's supposed to be tailored
Motor City rolling with me in an elegant way, nigga
Now understand what I say
Gripping wood steering wheels like a young Pimp C
Steady chopping up blades, Cartier wire frames
High-top Force Ones and a clean bald fade
Switching whips, hopping out of something all-terrain
4X4's grip the road more in the rain
Take the Eddie Bauer off and put it up in my name
Spell it: C-H-U-C-K
I-N-G-L-I-S-H
Come shop with me, dog, we'll be here all day
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