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"with a designer belt," n i g g a s start trippin'.
Bodies gonna drop, "please watch your step."
"Cause I'm feelin' myself," ready for a schlep.
Hit the Quan at the school dance.
N i g g a s don't do no prance.
"Throw a flag on the play," and bust it down.
"Man, somebody get the ref" hoes fell on the ground.
Actin' like clowns.
Shoot 'em down, "go blah da da da dol."
"Man, somebody get some help," gonna become an Idol.
Got my n i g g a s, "pull up on the block."
Don't forget the glock.
"Hit the Quan."
Stupid f u c k e r s are now all gone.