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 Leave ya head like a Shaolin monk with six dots\n  Hit a gush, twistin' a sweet switcher\n  In search for Bobby the Digital, bitch, not Bobby Fisher\n  Head full, with a Grey Goose and Redbull\n  I came for, a beer, weed, plus a bed full\n  Of dimepiece, model type bitches, who mind they business\n  Blow my dick, like birthday cake wishes\n  My warrior's scornful, hard to respond to\n  Dirt McGirt, be sailin' boat and in Honolulu\n  Brooklyn Zu, wild like Chaka Zulu\n  Brooklyn Zu, shots will go right through you\n  Touch me in Cali, or the streets of Mauwi\n  In the two thousand six pitch black Audi\n  Drivin' by bitches, I'm like howdy\n  Doody, to you some beauty bitches crowd me\n\n  Intoxicated and I'm faded, by your honey\n  Why, we finally made it, got to lovin'\n  Money, seeds and shine\n  They want to hate it, try to break it\n  But it's yours and mine\n  Nothing can change it, finally made it, so divine\n  Intoxicated and I'm faded, by your honey\n  Why, we finally made it, 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