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Verse 1 She tried to run some game on me She tried to turn me on Even when my game was off She was hardheaded But her brain was soft I came clean But I stained the cloth No chain to the bed Moving slow as sloth Nickleback rock-n-roll track In the backgrounds Not my choice Snow bunnies love that sound Around like the Mary go Like the ferris Take a day off like Ferris Bueller, nigga Lay up inside the Paris Hilton Executive deluxe suites Smackin' on her butt cheeks If you listen close You can her butt speak Squeak squeak squeak Fuck thee, motherfucker They can't touch me Chorus Simple Simon called the pie man Said he wanted to hear some rhymin' BONG BONG Here I am Shazaam, nigga Supaman God damn Verse 2 The crew consists of lifers Three time strikers Niggas Spend weekend vacations in Rikers Our bitches they could fuck Through forty vipers Skateboarders and hypers No crew is like us Try to imitate Try to assimilate They words don't penetrate Their heads don't stimulate A hundred Gs for the whip Hundred Bs in the clip Hundred thugs in my clip Hundred hoes on the strip Hundred things around the world Five, one hundred ways Did i tell ya I love my girl A hundred shots before I Earl A hundred rocks surround the pearl Money can't stop the referral A hundred blocks in my hood, I'm thorough Escaping great perils and pit stops Our wristwatch keeps mind's health dispensed Chorus High Christian Rich