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We ain't in here, we outta here We ain't in it, we above it Yeah Just ran up in the mall with a quarter sack of heroin Chocolate chip ecstasy 'Bout to sell a couple to a redhead, yeah I'ma meet him in the back in the Burger King Said he was an Eminem fan So I gave him an autograph and said vicariously And I never use that sparingly American, please, take two on me Get a pair of new chucks, put 'em in the back seat Right next to the other fifty pair I put 'еm on now, ready, I'm fresh as fuck I change clothеs like I never had shit to wear Like I never had a new whip to clean Scrubbin' white walls, I can get tipped, yeah Like I've never had a bucket seat to lean Grippin' woodgrain 'til I catch a pistol, yeah I'ma head over to the bar, reach in the toolbox Throw a monkey wrench and catch a ratchet Head up into the car, reach in the glove box Pop the trunk and go jack a rabbit In the mood to be rude, crude and trashy What's new but a credit card usin' plastic Gotta carry two dollar bills in the back of the Chain wallet just to feel like I'm average, I'm Hot, one hundred degrees in the booth, I get Cold, me comin' again, I'm runnin' at the mouth Snap, 51-5-0, I'm outta control, I'm Dope, should've been cocaine, keepin' 'em up, baby Hot, one hundred degrees in the booth, I get Cold, me comin' again, I'm runnin' at the mouth Snap, 51-5-0, I'm outta control, I'm Dope, should've been cocaine, keepin' 'em up, baby, hot And I'm feelin' sketchy Fuck it, I'ma let the lead doodle (brr) You feelin' preppy Chasin' me down like a bottle of Yoo-hoo But I'm a star, I'm like a space student Boy, check the clock up in the bird, I'm coocoo You walkin' out the club like a wet noodle Put your boy on a leash like a pet poodle Bitch, firecracker Nobody would light 'cause that fuse is too short An evangelist for the dope man I got the plug, what's he abusin' you for? Hittin' for the low like a basement, new floors So keep your head up like a compass due north You comin' round the mud in the heavy Chevy No Benz to him, no crown vic', the blue Ford Still kickin' Dixies Still spit this filthy dirt the southern view for The gutter and the motherfuckerin' crooks to do court Thanks to play I'm still kickin' new doors Down, I'm still bustin' locks for you boys Steal this shit like I stole manure Smoke bellowin' out of a chimney stack I'm burnin' up a track like a full pack of Newports Hot, one hundred degrees in the booth, I get Cold, me comin' again, I'm runnin' at the mouth Snap, 51-5-0, I'm outta control, I'm Dope, should've been cocaine, keepin' 'em up, baby Hot, one hundred degrees in the booth, I get Cold, me comin' again, I'm runnin' at the mouth Snap, 51-5-0, I'm outta control, I'm Dope, should've been cocaine, keepin' 'em up, baby, hot All motherfuckin' day Cambo, give me that moonshine, boy Fuckin' gettin' it, yeah! And I really don't mind Whether or not you consider me as a rapper I wrote a book on how to flip on the pattern They forget about the wolf, now they're flippin' it backwards Ooh, what a rotten apple Fuckin' worms, just bait and tackle So as a matter of fact You're better off leavin' me out of the rappers chapter So while the old turntable wobble around I'ma hit another shot, swallow it down Take a purple bag off a bottle of Crown And spare no change, follow me now Every single record was a part of me now They wanted to hold a piece and a part of me down Motherfuckers are 'bout to get all of me now ET phone home, callin' me now Quite simply put, I'm infinitely good, just who I am Meant to be this hood, trippin' out all day Just two more grams, I'm up in these woods, yeah And like an oak tree that's poking Off of the riverbank, I be hangin' lowkey Throwin' my cigarette in the fire like an old chief Packin' a bowl in the corn pipe with gold teeth, I'm Hot, one hundred degrees in the booth, I get Cold, me comin' again, I'm runnin' at the mouth Snap, 51-5-0, I'm outta control, I'm Dope, should've been cocaine, keepin' 'em up, baby Hot, one hundred degrees in the booth, I get Cold, me comin' again, I'm runnin' at the mouth Snap, 51-5-0, I'm outta control, I'm Dope, should've been cocaine, keepin' 'em up, baby Hot, one hundred degrees in the booth, I get Cold, me comin' again, I'm runnin' at the mouth Snap, 51-5-0, I'm outta control, I'm Dope, should've been cocaine, keepin' 'em up, baby Hot, one hundred degrees in the booth, I get Cold, me comin' again, I'm runnin' at the mouth Snap, 51-5-0, I'm outta control, I'm Dope, should've been cocaine, keepin' 'em up, baby, hot Hitchy-witchy country ass shit What you talkin' 'bout? Catfish, motherfucker