I don't luuuuv my car, and
I don't luuuuv my chain, but I do indeed
luuuuv my records and my brightly-colored 2-pieces,
plus I got to tell the suckas every day "don't start it"
I always say what's up to Rob on the block,
and when I'm driving I stop at the light like I'm a superstar.
Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?
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I almost started trickin for round black pieces of vinyl until I listened to his words.
Blastmaster does not care for materialism and wants me to maintain my self-respect.
Thanks, Kris!
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