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New shoes on the range rover, one man
Mother*** acting like I ain't supposed to
I ain't the one, not the two
One in the chamber when we're at you

The young Bob Barker, the price is
If you C.O.D. then you get them tonight
Put the fish on the scale
If Roy went postal, all he do is check

Low key, under the radar, triple black 'Vet, I call it the
No currency machine, I could count it
Almost done, another quarter million in
Thunder storm in the body tap, what I've done
Chump change, I make it rain for fun

Snow man, hands up high, it's ya' boy, Mr. 17.5
I it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots
Snow man, hands up high, it's ya' boy, Mr. 17.5
I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, to the pots

I get bars out of the back of my mind
I like Mary J
Even in the drought, the boy that yay
A hundred percent served, word

You can my thug and my clientele, why
I'm addicted to that new car
White in a plastic bag
New shoes on the with the paper tag

Whole life flash before your eyes
See the state and get butterflies
Got a thing for them Heckler and
A minute 14 and watches

Somewhere in the of my secret deranged brain
I get a when I tote that 'cane
Get money, *** *** them
All we fear is the discovery and Inditement papers,

Snow man, getcha up high, it's ya' boy, Mr. 17.5
I take it back to the block, to the kitchen, back to the pots
man, getcha hands up high, it's ya' boy, Mr. 17.5
I take it to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots

I'm a grown *** man, I on my own two
200,000 cash, I'm my own team
Right to front door, operation so sweet
I like little dude who keeps his money so

But I still a ***
Put The on, Jim Carey a ***
Swede in the Chevy, got me feelin' awkward
with the sweets, don't burn my seats

You could live your whole life and not come
Guess why these rap *** take notes
Recite my adlibs, my quotes
Make me I hop a ***, serve with the toast
Next, they be like me
But in '93, they wasn't stressing like me, wussup

man, getcha hands up high, it's ya' boy, Mr. 17.5
I it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots
Snow man, getcha hands up high, ya' boy, Mr. 17.5
I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, to the pots