52 carat blue diamond Rhymin', interior designin', grindin' You can shake cheddar like me on the mic Hit your point, hold your money when you're rollin' the dice, baby Uhh.. either you go crash-and-burn Or wake up in the morning with cash to earn, tiga Check it homie get good with me If just i can find your hood again Who is that in the car? yo couldn't be All the way out here, yeah Nicki t Russian, get the weed sparked Get the party started And watch yo back fo the shark Nigga cold-hearted We got bakin soda All the way down in minnesota We got bakin soda Down in minnesota I got a fetish for Adidas, boss But I betcha don't know what my Fila's cost, do ya On chew, like dem baby pit bulls And ain't no way you can touch my....cool The 12th floor at the Marriot You know, me and my tigaz chill there a lot Fetti I sit alone when the mic's on With Tyson every time that the fight's on, kill 'em I remember rhymes used to ride with nets Flight at the midnight high with jets You know Al Capone stretched tryi' to save the sets And I'm teflon down, t shirts and gats Rhymes you can taste, Rhymes, Rhymes galore Rhymes you can buy at the candy store You know who I am, I'm like credit card scam Hot like soulfood, greens and yams Extra-curricula, netting that riddicula Hit the cloud like the bear or the fiddila Shouldn've lied, I coulda been a good friend to ya Now i got to get rid of ya We got bakin soda All the way down in minnesota We got bakin soda Down in minnesota I told my mom ...
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