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Yo man I got some sick as* s**t, I got all kinds of bongs
I got fkin, I got paramaxes, I got graffix
I got all the dope s**t
I got superbowls, I got fkin skunk weed, I got skillz
Listen I'll get me on the court, you know what I'm saying? I got skillz
Look I got crossovers, I got dimes, I got lobs, I got ups
I got all kinds of skillz
I got homeboys, I got weed, I get high. I'm fkin
I got dope remote control car with fat as* fkin whomper buds
fkin varsity team, D-Loc said represent
I gots the light if you gots the time
I gots the joint if you gots the rhyme
I gots the ink if you gots the papers
I gots the flow if you'll catch the vapors
Crazy man
Suburban ebonics coming out my mouth
Take a lesson b*tch boy I gots Kottonmouth
But your square nerdy won't understand
So yo, break em off a fat as* piece man
Dirt slang, it starts like this bro
I play dunk ball with the homies and I eats pink taco
714 bustin up yo ass
Suburban white bonics they don't teach in class
It's the psychedelic hip hop punk rock s**t
So let me tell you mother fkers who your fking with
Well I'm Saint Dog and I spills my schpeil
When I gets lit I like to bark some s**t
Like it sucked up, cracked out, c*ck-eyed bia*ch
I only kick licks and a I don't shoot brick
I got you puzzled like the wrinkles on my scr*tum sac
I got a gang a gear, I keep my kicks on a rack
From Airwalks to Bocks to Docs to Birkenstock
Top it all off with some old skool socks
No wonder why your old lady rides my jock
I got her tied up like a boat to a dock
Yo I twist up your mind with my wicked hog say
Uck-fay ou-yay umb-day itch-bay
Aint-say og-day ever-nay lays-pay
Now that's the type of s**t comin' slurred from Saint
Emergency, emergency 911, Kottonmouth's on the mic
So you girls better run
I gots the light if you gots the time
I gots the joint if you gots the rhyme
I gots the ink if you gots the papers
I gots the flow if you'll catch the vapors
Crazy man
Dirt slang