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Basement 5

I can hop in my Coup and make a quick run You ain't shit to me yo, I'm spendin' grands down in Rio Manaje in trio, garage like it Ceelo 4-5-6, Range

even pay respect To my step dad when he died So finally got a release bid and I slide back to the county Back to the 5-5 ride fore I touch back home

high up in the air she need a flight to go get it Still mr. magic city You know no replacements This is what i do i got a pole in my basement If i can

a touch its all we need just a kiss....Uh...Ummm.. Day of the sunflowers, we march on, day of the sunflowers... We march on (x5) Open like a flower

emcees in the world, givin' you that gangsta shit! IT'S THE MOTHERFUCKIN' GRAND FINALE!!!!!!" [Verse 1: Bun B] We growin' doja in the basement in that

Some say I got my sense of humor from her And I learned patience from making models in the basement Brooklyn, New York to wherever you at This is autobiographical

So motherfuck your opinion I'm a loony path, I kill pedestrians Families, neighbors, best of friends, anybody An' if I don't kill 'em, I keep 'em In my basement

Carryin' a 4.5 Doin' this for life Am I a pro, right 49 hundred Biggest street reppers Waters think they hot 'Bout as hot as peppers Better in my basement

I work down at the Pizza Pit And I drive an old Hyundai I still live with my mom and dad I'm 5 foot 3 and overweight I'm a sci-fi fanatic, a mild asthmatic