I don't pop no bottles, homie I don't do no pilates I don't aerobicise, no tai-bo and no karate I don't do no chin-up's, bwoi I ain't no pin-up, bwoi Ain't got a six pack, but I got a (click, clack) I don't pop no bottles, homie I don't do no pilates I don't aerobicise, no tai-bo and no karate I don't do no chin-up's, bwoi I ain't no pin-up, bwoi Ain't got a six pack, but I got a (click, clack) This aint that bullshit, it's somethin I got to say Not tomorrow but today, I'll be right away I done been paid, I been broke and in that fo' do' When it rained I got soaked, I had no dro to blow My gal had foods stamps, she tried to get us food So I did what I had to do to try to get get us through Makin music wasn't always profitable Major lables were a lot like hospitals You don't always come home, sometimes you die in there Someties they so backed up they slip and leave you lyin there Soo, fuck em me, easy, and slick gon run this and Just like we pump rich, we gon pump this You underestimate me thinkin I'm some, bitch And that's that shit that gets you sleepin with them fish When they at my funeral, some gon say I was an asshole Big Stak Mak, ho. Alias: Fatso I don't pop no bottles, homie I don't do no pilates I don't aerobicise, no tai-bo and no karate I don't do no chin-up's, bwoi I ain't no pin-up, bwoi Ain't got a six pack, but I got a (click, clack) I don't pop no bottles, homie I don't do no pilates I don't aerobicise, no tai-bo and no karate I don't do no chin-up's, bwoi I ain't no pin-up, bwoi Ain't got a six pack, but I got a (click, clack) If you come round through there, it's gon sound damn near like new years I sweaaar Who would've cared if you died out there? Fuck em, I live for me until I'm 6 feet These streets, booby trapped and filled with banana peels I'm tryin not to slip, it's hard to keep a grip I'm holdin on tight, refusin to let it go This could be my last night, look at it you never know Catch me at the red light, bullet holes in my vehicle If I make it back to y'all, that's gon be a miracle Stratigic, my every move is tatical A lot of dudes play rock hard, but on the low they vaginal What you see in videos is mostly magical What you're hearin now will some day be defined as classical Big Stizzle, I'm so official Like a dealer with a pistol, a referee with a wistle I don't pop no bottles, homie I don't do no pilates I don't aerobicise, no tai-bo and no karate I don't do no chin-up's, bwoi I ain't no pin-up, bwoi Ain't got a six pack, but I got a (click, clack) I don't pop no bottles, homie I don't do no pilates I don't aerobicise, no tai-bo and no karate I don't do no chin-up's, bwoi I ain't no pin-up, bwoi Ain't got a six pack, but I got a (click, clack) Who you playin with? What you sayin, trick? Please explain it to me, I don't understand it I do damage to anybody that gets in my way And repercussions away if he even say some shit about Hay Get hit in the face, put in your place, punched in the face, toted away Yeeeeeeah Put in a cage for not controllin my rage I'm caught in a stage where everything's ablaze in my mind I can't sit still, I just stand and I pace And I think about the day they tried to run up in my place I'm cold. Blow they head off, clean at the neck Take a stand like a man and demand my respect Put my shit in check, keep my shit in order I came a long way from baggin up baggies and sellin quarters And I'm back like never before You can just run up on me, let's settle the score bwoooi I don't pop no bottles, homie I don't do no pilates I don't aerobicise, no tai-bo and no karate I don't do no chin-up's, bwoi I ain't no pin-up, bwoi Ain't got a six pack, but I got a (click, clack) I don't pop no bottles, homie I don't do no pilates I don't aerobicise, no tai-bo and no karate I don't do no chin-up's, bwoi I ain't no pin-up, bwoi Ain't got a six pack, but I got a (click, clack)
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