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I got a girl that knows all the words to OC's "Time's Up"

A bunch of others take me out to dinner and try and fuck

Cop tried to pull me over on my bike

Kill that noise

I had to peel yelling "get a real job fat boy!"

My subjects matter and my bones don't break

I ain't scared of a bag someone left on the train by mistake

I'll fall flat 'fore I fall back

I ain't scared of dying

This planet ain't all that

I restore order off boredom

Meet the baddest biddies in the world then forget to call em

I ain't even trying to balance

Tried moderation and it stank

I ain't even got a balance

I ain't even got a bank

If I ain't getting paid somebody should not care

If I came late, be happy I got there

And I don't give a damn 'bout clearing a sample

Shave and a haircut, shampoo

Loads and loads and loads and loads and loads

I been up mad longThis song don't make no sense

Most chicks I know don't pay no rent

And on some G shit, my name's Blu

I rock a halo like a California Angel

Knowledge deeper than Apollo or Plato

I'll make gold rain down on your rainbow

Homeboy Sandman killed Drano

'Cause he Mr. Clean with the washing machine

My Slaus lean, the awesomest things

No use talking to Blu if you ain't talking green

Presidential marker versus Sargeant Slaughter ba-barging in your office with the barrel

Double barrel like a burger

Leave the beef murdered

Wake-waking n____s up with the word

My mother said I walked a mile 'fore I ever fell

N____s need to wash they mouth with forever soap

Loads and loads and loads and loads and loads

I been up mad longI'm down for whatever

I talk to strangers

Stranger the better

My name hold weight without multiple trips

Look people in the eye longer than they comfortable with

My bad I ain't give a shit when you tried to show me your iPad

Or when you tried to show me your iPhone

I be too caught up with shit I'm ready to die for

Switchblade picking my teeth

Stray pitpull licking my cheek

Nothing goes down on my watch

Super duper bad chick folding my wash

No eyelids

Bill collectors have no clue where I live

Pocket full of stickers and sweet dreams

I'm not only the president I'm head of the street team

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