i got that super if you int'-indo, gets my fair share
more powder, dough -- nuts than the bimbo bear
we wrench with the humidity like some smog in the air
got the planet hot like a rock, got the scene by its pair
a new pair on the feet on the deck, candy paint shoes
a new snare on the beat on the deck, workin the 1, 2's
you washed up, we washed down like cheap booze
they call us marines because we straight cut crews
they call us marine because we leave a smoke ocean
excuse me, bartista, while i whip up some purple potion
let the tape ride on til a nigga speaks in slow motion
swap sides, man, we ash so much we need lotion.
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