Heemin - Tech N9ne, Mac Dre, FA$E

Now I stood on, many stages

Spit on many mics

Had sex with dikes hecka tight coochie soft and often

Get into fights at bars

I’m a boss and I’m coughing

Off the grand daddy purp and a dolphin

I will put a nigga in a coffin

And make a bitch pay a nigga more often

Dre got hips like he golfing

'Cause Dre bring the gravy and the sauce and get lost in the beat

Like I’m fucking tossin' the freak, I skeet

Heat, Mr. fire, Señor el flame-o

Need a bitch that strip, not a plain hoe

So we can bubble like a volcano

Hey hoe, Yeah Bitch

I’m talking to you do this hoe gear fit

And can you walk in these shoes?

I’m off in the booth ohh

With my folks from the PO

I’m a pimp, I rap and I’m a CEO

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Lean on a nigga like Joe Clark

Beem on a nigga when the funk start

Heemin' a nigga mack Mozart

I’ma do me y’all better play your part

I’m the heir to the Thizz throne

I’ma hold it done since Dre gone

I know niggas wanna get their hate on

But I murder everybody no Jim Jones

Two cups full of that screw

Rolling in the coupe, Ferrari sign on it no roof

Looking like the mother fucking truth

Especially when I scoop smack your baby mama say oop

She heard Mac Duna got a big dick

Nick name ruler no Slick Rick

Crip blood get high when I hit a bitch

Lay her on the grass like a picnic

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A nigga mixed everything with the lean

Caviar gold on top of the codeine

Put it all together I call it the slow green

In the back of the Bentley with the woman of your dreams, nigga

She polishin' Nina so clean

But I’m so faded took a minute to blow cream

When I finally did I think I started to grow wings

That’s what I get for sippin' and smokin' the whole thing

Leanin', on the right side, I’m one of the five guys

I kick it when the night rise, I’m like a kite flies

I’m airborne, lions and tigers and bear porn

Man I’m trippin' what I’m seein' it got me in rare form

She know she get when she decided to wear torn

When I slow green, I’m vicious, keepin' her derriere warm

Two MACs and a gat, we different and they’re norm

I’m fucked up and a bitch got me wood like a chair arm

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