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man, my momma be trippin like a mothafucka man, i know, talkin bout i'm 31 and still livin wit her, so?, i know niggaz older than that, i'm still gettin this money though, that's what im talkin bout, i brang home the groceries shit, wussup nigga? who is that?, that look like that nigga lil' howard, oh shit!, wussup nigga?, they call u chingy now, cost lot a lurr, pop a cop, drop a spurr, wuz up nigga? what's crackin though?, yea boy u doin yo thang, boy i see that nigga all on tv, right thurr, how u been nigga? u know workin, man yea, workin man, i know u got a job fo yo nigga though, give me somethin nigga, i can drive a bus. yea? somethin, i can rap fuck it ill knock out the hoes, spin somethin, check me out, check me out, nigga hard times make niggaz like me, nigga hard times. man shut that shit up, well anyway nigga, we goin to the club tonite u want a ride?, we goin to the spot nigga, goin to the spot, see whats crackin, yea nigga we. wha. what chu gon do, we might slide through. aight shit, we'll just see yall niggaz later man yall niggaz stay up, aight man keep yo head up, yea dog. man, i don't trust them niggaz. me neither, why he got that nigga wit him fo?, nigga out of here. i can do that nigga, put me on the track. a bop wop a doowop, nigga what, we could rap, fo real. i could rap somethin, rap my hand around this block, nigga, i bet u nigga, we need to catch that nigga sleepin we gon bling bling ya know?, fuck that nigga

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Artist: chingy