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My nigg* D Magic said he had to have it
I said just forget it, it's too crabby
Know a little freak, in Hollywood
Sucks on d*ck, does it real good
She'll give you money, fill up your tummy
House full of kids, parents all sprungy
Once had it down, back yard ground
Hit it from the back, enjoy the sound
Lay 'em under cover, always used a rubber
'Till I got caught fkin with her mother
She blamed it on me, we fought in the street
She pulled out a knife, so I had to flee
Call up the boys, went to her house
Charges the whole place, threw the b*tch out
Police busted in, where dem at
We left just in time and never came back
Rolled through the hood waving at the freaks
who sniffin on the rocks, smokin on the ?trees?
made another stop, police station
Saw a few cops, drove by and sprayed 'em
License tag number, a nigg* said he saw
Bogus all the time, never get caught