[Verse 1: Mikey]
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What up niggas, how ya'll? It's Mikey, the villain.
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I'm still writin' rhymes but besides that I'm chillin.
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I'm just posted in the drivin seat of a car in the plane
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That's flyin by and I need a guy to come and pilot me because
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I'm still in my lane. I'm drivin and the tires beat buried under the frame.
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They rollin' I'm a do the same. I gotta keep goin man.
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I'm on a top tank in a tank top. Top billing. Can't stop.
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Watchin them's like watchin paint dry in a room that can't dry.
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Cause it's water drip droppin from the floor to the ceiling.
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So, to watch they're show, I'm a have to get a boat.
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It's people tryna switch ships but my ship's full.
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Homie and I know wool
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So if you try to put it over my eyes and pull.
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I can't have that. I learned that from drivin school.
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[Chorus: x2]
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We walk around with our hands in our pockets
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Then we rock boxes like three guys from Hollis.
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And if you got hands then put 'em up.
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Wave 'em around like you just don't give a fuck.
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[Verse 2: Chuck]
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Yeah, big fish in a small pot.
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Pam spray oil. Pan fry, bake, broil.
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Grill it if you feel it. I'll deliver if you tippin'
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Get it, got it, great. Great job. Wrong business.
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Paper towel wrappers. Aluminum foil packages.
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On the corner of the shelf to the left of the cabinets.
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Made me a sandwich. Poured me a glass of this.
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Spelled out CHUCK with the refrigerator magnets.
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If it's gon' land on it. Put a bit of cash on it.
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Then I'm gon' stand on it.
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Probably fly a flag on it.
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Hands high if you feelin this shit right.
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Right by the book. Two boys on the hook.
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[Chorus: x2]
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We walk around with our hands in our pockets
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Then we rock boxes like three guys from Hollis.
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And if you got hands then put 'em up.
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Wave 'em around like you just don't give a fuck.
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Dinner Time
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The Cool Kids |