Yo, yo, I need a car. I have to go to the garden. I´m gonna be late. I need one right now. Can you please call La Luna? Alright (Phone ringing) Hello. You´ve reached La Luna Luxury Car Unlimited Services. If you need a ride to the airport call 1-800 [?] airport. Please hold
Yo, what beat is that, huh? Oh, that shit is funky, what is that? Yo, what beat is that? It´s from the phone Could rhyme on this. Oh, hell yeah, hahah, yeah
Came out the pussy wearing Timbs Oh, my lord, it´s him Time to put the toys back in the bin ´Cause I´m sick of this shit Motherfucker sweeter than a licorice stick And it´s rubbing me the wrong way to say the least I´ma save my peace And I´ma breeze in the caprice with the gold seats Bumpin´ Boosie on a slow creep On Collins Ave looking stoned, man, you know me Asian shooter with the blonde hair
Street Fighter character Fuck around and suplex ´em through the salad bar My life is greenlit, no script And we all know that money be the motive for this whole shit Bitch, I´m focused like none other than number one Don Dada Drop-top, jokes on the youngster, now look at him Looking slim in the red ´89 Testarossa with the wing Mind blown
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Your shit lack quality I´m sittin´ right behind my chick makin´ pottery
My first joint was like an odyssey The second joint straight raw like the shaman´s feet Climbed the stairs to the sun Sacrificed myself for protection of my only son Keep the bloodline strong while I watch close To another thousand years, here´s a toast (clink) Champagne drippin´ down the beard hair Supermodel sucking while I steer the long pink Fleetwood Roll a big fat blunt so you know I´m gonna sleep good Now
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