Hit the clutch, shift to the gear
Mash on the gas. You're soon to see me
Right by the lake just like a ba** (kid)
Burn these sticks like a native, gold potatoes, cold tornados
Ashes like I roll [?]
But never play, though, tryin' to get that Play-Do
To have the whole team creamy like alfredo
The mozzarella, basil, oil, and tomato
The thirty year balsamic laid up on that table
Next to me, a cigarette and drug lay
There in my lungs, that's why [?] never dropped weight
In the taxi shorty blessing me with tongue play
Ditch the cab, gonna twist it up the one-way
She lost a shoe, I bounced - dipped on her
Just a victim of the cold world to get warmer
Then I did with my spic friend in a quick Honda
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Pick up a package from Juan down at the ship harbor
Sell it off in the crib, making the sh** marble
[?] taking chugs outta the big bottle
Dick s**s disappears thanks to a thick model
Her a** is fat but the coconut is a bit hollow
No point in asking if the motherf**ing b**h swallow
Absolute, like the sh** that's in the clear bottle
Straight from Sweden, see me counting money cheesin'
Ducks get shot out the sky, that's when it's huntin' season
Phone rings fiendin' for stuff, Danny Tanner
I handle business like a man, you're just a tranny dancer
I'm going down, kid
East motherf**ing bound and down, bronsolino
Bon appetite, b**h