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Aw yeah word up word to mother. here comes g. rap with another one y'all.
We going to swing it like this...
I'm right in front of my front steps thinking of a plan
Looking like raggedy ann no dough in hand kicking a can
Thinking of a plot to pull some bank in
Because i'm dead and stinking
Soles on my shoes winking t shirt is shrinking
Soon i see some ties and my eyes open wide quick
Who's that with you, chick? bill blass my sidekick
What's up, black? give his hand a smack
Up pulls a cadillac, yo baby we'll be back
Jumped right on inside, not too many people saw us
Thinking about who gotta get robbed because the mob got a job for us
The drove us down to the sober section
Of town where the clowns don't be paying for protection
The want us to send a message to jimmy the bartender
Lend a friend the money next you're ripping off his car fenders
He's coming up short cause he snorts
Coke, dope, nope, and hope he don't get caught
He owes some benjamin franklins, every last bit of em