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(album: Crook By Da Book: The Fed Story - 2006)


[Intro]
Ooh baby, I like I like... Ooh those rims they shiny
Ooh I like... bling bling... Ooh I like it I like it...
I could fry rice with you... Ooh shiny car shiny I like
it... I like it a lot

[Chorus]
You see these rims flicking on my car? (You like, you like)
Buying the freshest clothes out the mall (You like, you like)
I keep money rolled up in some knots (You like, you like)
The shiny jewelry I had to cop (You like, you like)
You see these rims flicking on my car? (You like, you like)
Buying the freshest clothes out the mall (You like, you like)
I keep money rolled up in some knots (You like, you like)
The shiny jewelry I had to cop (You like, you like)

[Verse 1]
You see this candy on this car? Broads wanna lick
Twenty fo', inches on the whip, got these niggaz sick
Flicking out the parking lot, haters like to bark a lot
At the hoodie club, that'll make them pistols spark a lot
Akademik, jeans, starched up, wit' the Jordans on
Spot a freaky slut, get her number and I'm rolling on
Maybe baby mama mayne, I don't want no drama mayne
She's a ghetto rat, they attract, to my diamond rangs
Ain't no thang, when it comes to balling nothing new to me
Fronts in my mouth, part of jewelry and toolery
Cool to be, a hood rich nigga from this Memphis
Riding in this Cut-Dog, dog, feeling pimpish, ya dig?

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Mayne I stayed in them stores, stayed chasing whores
Stayed riding clean, sipping lean, dope, was in my drawers
Stayed in the club, kept a mean mug, had to keep a gun
In my mind, I'm the one, so I'm shining like the sun
Kept the cottonmouth, repping dirty south, stayed housing broads
A blunt was in my mouth, always scheming tryna break some laws
Stayed getting caught, by them cops, still was on the block
Tryna set up shop, still was slanging rocks
Always kept a knot, stayed doing time, still was on the grind
Had to pop that nine, nigga gots to shine, had to make 'em bleed
Had to make 'em see, taking something from the kid
You'll be history, that's for any wannabe

[Chorus]

[music to fade]

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