.In 87' dog my man Dame was a cake coppa',
8th choppa',
Now he got a grey choppa',
Harlem, Brooklyn, Philly the whole states proper,
42nd strip they ate lobster,
He used to stack up his chips,
crashed up his whip lookin' back at a bitch,
F it,
left it,
we bout to g.
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