I woke up on Fox found myself starring on Cops
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Got chased by squad cars and cameras for two blocks
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I hate the man yea I ran
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To HBO and stole lethal weapons From Mel and Dan Glover's hand
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Ran back to Fox found Martin
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Me and Bruhman from the fifth floor
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Climbed throught the window
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From his apartment
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Ran up on'em, had a mask on gat in each hand
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Robbed Martin, Tommy, Cole, Gena and Pam
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Told'em gimmie your bread, mayo, cheese and ham
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Took two sandmiches and Stole Cole's Grand Am
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Left in a hurry heard footsteps, looked in the rearview
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Is this an earthquake? Naw its Big Shirley!!
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She came after the bucket of chicken and clole slaw
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Cole bought last week and left in the back seat
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I jumped out and just kept running until my chest hurt
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Hooked up with Forest Gump and ran to Cartoon Network
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I gotta find Bubba, shut up he been dead
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Big Shirley probably ate him and Lieutenant Dan's Legs
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I need Jenny, damn sure do cause right now
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The only thing that can stop Big Shilrey is Jenny Craig
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I aint goin to jail, I aint goin to jail
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Aw man I aint even did nothin
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Shit man I aint goin to jail
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Now I'm a wanted fugitive, runin with hot gats
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Duck'n the cops from Fox and the fuck'n Swat Cats
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Damn, here come Batman in the batmobile
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Floss'n on four vowed rims, with four coats of steal tryna catch me
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But I ran fast, he couldn't grab me
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I jumped in the green van wit Scooby-Doo and Shaggy
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I put the gun to Shag's head said don't look back
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And told Scooby, play dead and gimmie your Scooby snacks
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Then we drove way reached the stop sign at a four way
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I hopped out and rode with O.J, rode the whole day
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He told me caught Nicole and Ron Gold doin four play
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Killed'em both and throwed way the bloody glove in an old lake
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I aint sayin he shoulda killed her but I understand
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Picture yo broad riden in yo car with another man
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You given yo deisel and she blowin a hudred grand
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Goin shoppin, call Cochran tell Cato to take the stand
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He took me to set it off with four delighted bitches wit glocks
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You know Kim, Latifah, Jada, Vivaca Fox
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Went in the bank strapped with A.K's
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This is a raid everybody throw lay down the hay
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Aight don't nobody mothafuckin move
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This a mothafuckin robbery, lay down
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Come here, come here, come here bitch
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Put the money in the motherfukin bag
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You don't wanna die, hurry the fuck up
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I stashed my half of cash in the dashboard of a stolen Ford Escort
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Changed clothes and drove to the airport
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Flew to the island of MTV but go figure
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Besides Tyrese and Ananda, I aint see no niggas
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And I stayed for three whole days and layed low
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Kidnapped the cast of Road Rules and stole the Winne Bago
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Rode to Rap City bumpin U.G.K and Jigga
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Spend the night in the basement with the Hot Boys and Mama Tigga
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Man she can cook
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She made some pig feet, some greens, some hogmog
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Man anyway
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Woke up the next mornin yawnin what the fuck is this?
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Man get the camera out my face, he said you've just been hit
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That's when I met her, I swear to god I never forget her
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A fine big doonk senorita and her name Cita
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She was jazzy yea she had computer generated skin
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But hell at least her ass wasn't ashy
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I took her home and down loaded my hard drive
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For bout five straight hours right between her thighs
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Channel 613, Pt. 1
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