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"McCarthy won't do business with us Everyone knows he's using powerboats To bring the stuff in, but no one knows how He just doesn't want us racing with him, you know? And if we do get in the race, it's a 25 thousand dollar ante Winner take all Let's get into it here, Izzy, Lewis McCarthy Right, Lewis McCarthy The dude is known as the Tintoretto of smugglers" Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (La Musica de Harry Fraud) uh Counterfeit narcotics, fake bodies, 600 SEL, I'm on bribers About performance, never been corny You can't deter me from it if I want it Might not see eye to eye with my homies I pray we live long enough to smoke on it Got boats right behind where my home is Rent buck motherfucker, I own shit King Tut 500 with the gold trim Get low, submarines in the ocean That's a nice riff, Hootie and the Blowfish I only wanna be with you Street value, 12 keys with these motherfucking beats though Got a view of the coral reef Brought sand to the beach, fucking all these other freaks Too rich to sleep, motherfucker So many cars, so many broads, so many walls I'm living large, my backyard, a hundred yards So many scars, but no awards and no applause That ain't what I'm in it for, where's my money, dawg? So many cars, so many broads, so many walls I'm living large, my backyard, a hundred yards So many scars, but no awards and no applause That ain't what I'm in it for, where's my motherfucking money, dawg? So I go insane (yeah, yeah, yeah) Like I always do And I call your name (rule number one, don't talk about me 'round your nigga) She's a lot like you (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) That's it, that's it, that's it That's what that boy needed, man
Writer(s): Rory William Quigley, Shante Scott Franklin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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