I got a fuckin' gold rope hanging round my neck Gold Cadillac just to match the Rolex Two or three rings everytime I do my thing The kid from '94 but the flow from '93
I had to take it back, back to the days New white shirt, you could still see the crease Pager on my hip, drugs by the key Ghost-white limo, cocaine limousine Different color syrups, different color weed Your girlfriend love me cause I make her feel free Whatever that mean, bitch, it's okay We could ride around all night, all day Rollin' up these blunts and blowin' 'em to the breeze See, I ain't tryin' to fuck, I'm tryin' to smoke, now roll up three Now she say she high, say I'm about to leave Kiss up on the cheek, I grab the keys and hits the streets Leather bucket seats, candy painted Chevy Inside peanut butter, outside jelly
I got a fuckin' gold rope hanging round my neck Gold Cadillac just to match the Rolex Two or three rings everytime I do my thing The kid from '94 but the flow from '93
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