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New shoes on the rover, good one man
Mother*** like I ain't supposed to shine
I ain't the one, not the two
One in the when we're aiming at you

The young Bob Barker, the is right
If you C.O.D. then you could get them
Put the fish scale on the
If Roy went postal, all he do is mail

Low key, under the radar, black 'Vet, I call it the stealth
No currency machine, I could count it
Almost done, quarter million in ones
Thunder storm in the body tap, look what I've
Chump change, I make it for fun wussup

Snow man, hands up high, it's ya' boy, Mr. 17.5
I it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots
Snow man, getcha up high, it's ya' boy, Mr. 17.5
I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the

I get them bars out of the back of my
I reminisce like J
in the drought, the boy kept that yay
A percent served, snowman's word

You can play my and my clientele, why
I'm addicted to that new car
White in a plastic bag
New shoes on the coupe with the tag

Whole life flash before your eyes
See the state and get butterflies
Got a thing for them and Koches
A minute 14 and watches

Somewhere in the back of my deranged brain
I get a when I tote that 'cane
Get money, *** *** them
All we fear is the discovery and papers, wussup

Snow man, getcha hands up high, ya' boy, Mr. 17.5
I it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots
Snow man, hands up high, it's ya' boy, Mr. 17.5
I take it to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots

I'm a grown *** man, I on my own two
200,000 cash, I'm buying my own
Right to your front door, operation so
I like little dude who keeps his so neat

But I still a ***
Put The Mask on, Jim a ***
Swede in the Chevy, got me feelin' awkward
with the sweets, don't burn my seats

You could live your whole and not come close
Guess that's why these rap *** take
my adlibs, borrow my quotes
Make me I hop a ***, them with the toast
Next, they be dressing me
But back in '93, they wasn't stressing like me,

man, getcha hands up high, it's ya' boy, Mr. 17.5
I take it back to the block, to the kitchen, back to the pots
Snow man, getcha up high, it's ya' boy, Mr. 17.5
I it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots