Pacin' the floor
Pacin' the floor lookin' for my mind to create…
Hip hop!
So I come with something bug
Meditate — that my rest, here goes my mic plug!
Hook me in when I’m headed downtown
Give my crews, they know I’m still around…
Coolin'! Bagging up crews with no doubt
And when I’m rollin' dice, I got my boys on the lookout
Leavin' them marked like a graffiti tag (tag)
Sp-spray 'em, this no mimic
I run more hoes than a clinic without no gimmick
(Hey!) soon to get
Man, these MCs comin' up short
they still hurtin' me from 5,000
In the club browsin', I don’t do the housin'
I like the real sound
That underground sound
The West Coast sound
And that Uptown sound
Oh, how I need a crazy brand new
Girls like the runner — always givin' me peeps
So squeeze it
I’ll please it Time for
More threat
I feel like a mic, so where’s my check?
Go get me landscaper, no beatin' around a bush
Signing off, it’s Charizma and Peanut Butter Wolf
Hey guy
Hey big guy
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Hey there big guy
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Hey there big guy
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Hey guy, hey big guy
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