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How Does It

Wooo wooo! [in
Yessur! aha
New P
Hey!
go get 'em

yo,

1]
Mearle maire, muchacho
Asorted flavours, in they
Inspire young minds, stacked by
With the right determination of a
Running 'cross the water with bricks at his
Face like a when it's bussin' my glock hold
Vanity stings, 'til I die when the father hands me my wings
When I was young yo the teacher gave me stanity
Giving me music like drugs and they handed me things, shoot it up
See me on the TV, the cuties wanna fuck
presidental and plus, they hoop it up
Got more hits in his zip, who want
I can go in time, you be Judge Eato
With my men and ?? I know you Neato
Givin' peace to minutes, something like your
But it's 3 hundred thousand more no remote
Take it in the rain, I used to with Tito
But he clowned me and told me that my money's
Now the Enzo doors go up like a
Reon, same song some from my man
SLR, when the doors go up it's like a fresh jar
Nigga we boss, he not get hot, he too frost
Yessur...

My nigga close eyes,
picture you're self just holdin' pies
Impliment a plan and and surely rise
Just promised by the man that the skies
Don't you see, I that shit's so ill
Better yet, dawg, just tell me how you
...How you feel

We picture thinking, dreaming, scheming, breathing, reading, all in the late night
Shaking, boiling, lacing, it, shaping, shaving, gotta get this cake right
As I serve it, you just burn it, it, learn it, now watch you take flight
...My nigga how does it
Ha ha! Yessur!

2]
Nigga you don't me
I'm Howard Hues, part horny, part holy
First trip on the ramp is the rock and
Keep one on my staff a new pro-chromy
If they priest need the mention that been biten
But a force be the chocolate where critics are
He dresses insane his music admire
Ask anyone from Vouge and And Vanity Fair you like can of the year
But you should who's in insanity chair
Now it ain't about I want
Still thumbing through my life like a drug-star
It's one to say you did it
It's one thing to lie about didgits
It's one thing to say that you it
It's for you fuckers to admit it
But I admit I got all this paper plus the prettiest faces off of our nature
I drive a Casper, s'cuse me Cassper, meet me at my house, I got space like NASA
And it'll make me happy buy yourself a
Unlike my sister Stacy she lost her papa
I been there, stroke and nothing to trap-uh
John could do, surrounded with true
A man dies, baby born, as far as
a simple proof between us and imposters
We hop in the air, and don't what it costs us
Now I'm NERD with a pit full of Martians
I guess you could say that we fly like
Zapping at niggas, with classing and
The cash and class
The mag ripper
Go and say it (you a rappin' ass nigga)
Yessur!

Nigga you know me...