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, {come on!}, pass that blunt!, {lloyd bank$!. what?}, ya jumpin' outta character, trying to be a gangsta!, but ya really a bitch ass nigga, ain't ya?, keep talkin' and i'm a let the 40 spray paint ya, everybody knows you're a wanksta. {"mo money. in the bank"!}, ya jumpin' outta character, trying to be a gangsta!, but ya really a bitch ass nigga, ain't ya?, keep talkin' and i'm a let the 40 spray paint ya, everybody knows {god-.} you're a wanksta. {damn!}, you want stripes put on a foot locker uniform, i'll fuck around and put a lump on yo' forehead - you'll look like a unicorn. {whoooo!}, i never slip whether flip flops or shoes is on, fame'll make a bitch smile, strip, drop and lose her thong. {whoooooo!}, they ain't attracted to you, you trying to floss in yo' platinum fubu, yo' shits weak and ya tracks are do-do. i got a lung like a chimney - the old heads dig me, i'll put a hungry head in ya kidney. {whooooooo!}, my uncle smokin' dat ooo weee! i tell him chill, but instead he trippin' - blinkin' his eyes more than eddie griffin. these niggas petty snitchin - 'til we see 'em, leavin' da crime scene with' a whole lot of spaghetti missin'!, we to hot to ignore us, the bitches adore us, they chew a nigga up on da tour bus. {get back!}, go home and kiss you - hug you squeeze you, the whole time you thinkin' it's, cause you diesel!, ya jumpin' outta character, trying to be a gangsta!, but ya really a bitch ass nigga, ain't ya? {pick this record!}, keep talkin' and i'm a let the 40 spray paint ya, {whassup?}, everybody knows you're a wanksta. ya jumpin' outta character, trying to be a gangsta!, but ya really a bitch ass nigga, ain't ya?, keep talkin' and i'm a let the 40 spray paint ya, {don robinson. }, everybody knows you're a wanksta. {what?} {come on! }, these niggaz want me wet like a grimlin', shakin' da timlin', when i'm around, bitches start shakin' and tremblin'. i like 'em puerto rican, jamacian, and indian, trinidadian, dominican, or sinican! {whooooooooooo kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}, you won't believe what i'm swimmin' in, i smoke my dro fresh outta da grinder - and it look like a cinamon. i can do da job betta, these niggaz ridin' 'round crushed up in a coop - likin' tighter than a bob sleder. you a actor! - better yet a actress!, start beef, and do a video pumpin' ya black fist. dog, i'm not like a lot of heads, trust me! i'll put a switchblade in yo' nostrol like radamez. {damn!}, and at the time a ladies man. icey watch! - navy band! play me blam! {whoooooo! }, my records should be 80 grand, ain't a team out that can do it da way we can! - nigga! {what?}, ya jumpin' outta character, trying to be a gangsta!, but ya really a bitch ass nigga, ain't ya?, keep talkin' and i'm a let the 40 spray paint ya, {g-unit records!}, everybody knows you're a wanksta. {what?}, ya jumpin' outta character, trying to be a gangsta!, but ya really a bitch ass nigga, ain't ya?, keep talkin' and i'm a let the 40 spray paint ya, everybody knows you're a wanksta. {hate hot! }, yeah!, you bitch-ass nigga!, y'all niggas broke! {lick!}, and i'm gettin' better! and better. {jessie!} and better. and better!, it gotta hurt man. g-unit! {what?}

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Artist: banks, lloyd