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*So holla back young’n…woot woot
holla back… young’n… woot woot X3

everyone is blinging it, they’re feeling it, and making up
new words
like fashizza my nizzas and a whole lot of new school
well that’s just dope, I shout to my hoes, what happened
to old school?
They be edumucated, but don’t remember anything beyond
preschool
So hey… mr. rapper… what’s behind your lyrics?
You say: “we be representin’?”
What the fuck you representing?
“My homies, my dawgs, hoes, and cars, my blinga, are you
fashizza?”
What the fuck’s fashizza?

*

And your mom was a prostitute, she ended up in jail
You sold marijuana and crack cocaine just to pay the bail
You never finished high school and you swear by your
gangstas
They got your back or they shoot you for being a wanksta
What the fuck is a wanksta?

*

So holla back young’n, holla back X3
Holla back my bitches!
Don’t drive under the influence
If you can’t trust your hoes
They’ll knock you out and open yo’ mouf
And steal the gold

*
2003
Posted: 2005-11-11 22:16:14 UTC

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