Seinfeld

Ham hocks, crack rocks, oowops, cell blocks
Biscuits, gravy, smothered pork chops
Big diamond bracelets, mad loot and drug spots
High speed chases, robberies, crooked cops
Guess who's pregnant? So and so got shot
Bitches with fat asses, no brain and drop top
Benzes, blue and green contact lenses
Your money, your car and how live you and your mens is
Knowin' who your friends is, million dollar shopping binges
Yo money, how much them Tims is?
In my Rolls fuckin' shit raw, gettin' drizznizz
Me and your dip in the cut, blazin' a bizz, she suckin' my diznick
Coke kilos and heroin bricks
So many girls in this world, which one should I pick?
Shit is gettin' thick, you better move quick
Rappers is mad gangstas applyin' pressure like the Heimlich
Dime chicks that I love to stick, lick
Murderers, thieves, hustlers, pimps and tricks

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Rolex, fat checks, wild sex and TECs
Bad hoes caressin' my chest, sippin' the Becks
Burnin' L's in your projects, what's next?
It's the first of the month, go get those welfare checks
Crazy connects, pushin' a Lex, suckin' on breasts
Sleep all day, all night, fuck and duck the TEC
Dibs, the one that's quickest to draw is the one that lives
My niggas in the ghetto know what time it is
Makin' moves like a chess wiz, got to feed my eight kids
I'm knee deep in pussy, Pampers, cribs and bibs
Day to day is how a nigga lives
Nothin's what a nigga is, so he end up in prison
I think you're pussy, so get your son
Tough-ass rappers, crazy talk, no action
Got freaky stunts, bring some
Make up all queens in my kingdom
Needy niggas can't get a crumb
Dizzy broads with dope bodies, a dime a dozen
Bottom line, the pussy bangin', it'll make me cum

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Jaguar, strip bar, ghetto superstar
Me and your pussy out on the road, whippin' your car
I'm takin' off her bra, she gettin' buck, baby pa
Look new but true, fuck like a pro, lights, action
No camera, cold record and leave a scar
Niggas is fakin' rough, but sweet like Spar-
Ticus, but duck us and bring in the ruckus
Money-makin' brothers wanna fight and fuss
It's oozin' out my flesh like pus
Fake players look ridiculous, tryin' hard but can't stop the bum rush
Son trust, all the temples I crush
You must back up, spontaneous combustion
Forty-five freaks inside my dungeon
When I get paid, I want it in a lump sum
Lick a shot and cause pandemonium
Crazy niggas in jail or the insane asylum
Brooklyn, Brooklyn is where I'm from
Three minutes and some change and I still ain't said none

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You are under my thumb