Ghetto in here flash it, ooh, them boys stay nastyįloating like Aladdin, them the ones you talkin' to In the mountains now's where you'll find himīut we were too caught up in transforming Neighbors hate, place duct tape underneath their tires My estate, keep the cars parked on the front lawn Sit back and relax with the fumes of everything I hate in the world Throw my dress shoes in a fire with the woods I'm rolling down hills in a suit through the mud The other's gold and complemental trusty, well, well That and the telescope, keep one lens on the money flow I don't know, all I know is what I see through my monocle Pretty sure I'm maniacal, but what do I know?
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