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Cab The Track Four

Hello precious, your wit is a bit infectious And it has spread to all the wrong places Gotta love all the familiar faces See right through you, don

the bullshit summon so I stopped at the 2nd floor, ran across, cracks is fallin' My pockets is lean, clean when I vanished off Took off, made track look

out of the house slow, tellin that hoe come on let's go First I crack up the music then, hit the switch on my six-four Candy coated paint, got the bitches

just imagine Vo-cab-u-lary's necessary When diggin? into my library Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Eating Ital stew like the one Peter Tosh-a Uh uh uh, all over the track

out of the house slow, tellin that hoe come on let's go First I crack up the music then, hit the switch on my six-four Candy coated paint, got the bitches

'em up The Dodge got a hemmy in it, Game got a Remy in 'em In and out of lanes like a New York cab I'm Mr. Ol' King, that New York cab Who's this fake

stopped at the 2nd floor, ran across, cracks is fallin' My pockets is lean, clean when I vanished off Took off, made track look easy The walkie talkies

mean ya time's up I love ya girlfriend every time I spend the night It's always on like a used car engine light I send a two-by-four right cross ya wig

's some like, Stanley Kubrick Stanley Kubrick The track bouncy, no-body, get more rowdy than Suffolk County, peace to Crackhead Crowley Honky Thomas, Keb McGlocklin the whole crew Cab