i know i'm a bad boy, but i'm not that wild.
i might hang-out late, but i'm not that foul.
the chicks be on my back, like they got my child.
meanwhile you know my style, i'm high profile.
even though i be in the hood when them gatz go blao!
i got stacks and pals, run with gangstas wow
actin' mean when it's not your style.
i could tell by the chanel, you livin' it well.
but you ain't used to dealin' wit katz that's livin' in hell.
used to katz tryin' to get in your tail, katz sniffin' your trail,
stalkin' you while you walkin' in hills.
kinda ill how you makin' it hotter,
in your gucci and prada, you the reason why groupie get nada.
they could never get seen in nevada, sippin' pina colada ;)
PEACE & RESPECT
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