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ohhh
oh my god, that mother fucker now, he thinks he's so hard(x2)
tell me what you think about a player
if you aint mad about i mighta see you later
tell me what you drink
or you can tell me later
i got a bar in my crib, and a waiter
and the haters mad cuz we bought it all
is that your mother fuckin closet? opening a mall
i don't know what to say,
i make more than yall in my sick days
where are we going? what is this feeling? why are we floating all the way up to the ceiling?
but no one can reach us; just you,and me, and us and all of these creatures
tell em where you from? B TOWN
but i'm in LA sellin Justin Beiber beats now
aint gotta worry bout rent, i'm sellin beats to 50 cent
don't bring them fifty cent piece around
tryna get your money yellow,
so all your new shit sound JELLO
i made a CD called Technohop in 06,
i guess that's why your new single sound like my old shit
and your new girl looks like my old bitch
maybe cuz that's my old bitch.
where are we going? what is this feeling? why are we floating all the way up to the ceiling? where no one can reach us.
but no one can reach us; just you and me, and us and all of these creatures
tell me what you got in mind.
oooooh.
caddycaddycaddycaddy cataracs.
ooh, the cataracs
