(This some real shit)
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Uhh, Drift off, to a place you wanna be
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I, I, I wanna go back to my mansion
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Not the one in Cleveland,
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The one in the Hamptons
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You take the lamb,
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I'm takin the phantom
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My girls got some friends
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And she want me to grab'em
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Yea, I keep the new Porsche present,
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Where da hoes at, and why they not dancing
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Had an asthma attack in that trailer
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Down south where I was at,
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And I ain't wake up gaspin
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Matter fact, I ain't wake up for a few days
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IV's had them mufuckas in two veins
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And momma ain't know what to do
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Middle of the night
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Baby boy laid out on the couch not breathin
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Momma started screamin
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She ran to to the phone
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But when she dialed 9/11 all she hear was the tone
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Cus we was in a small town called Ideal
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Where the people had to call on God for the heal
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Meanwhile here I am half dead on the couch
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Momma ran out bangin on everybody house
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Less than a minute late mamma was back
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With T, he had the truck, he toss me off in the back.
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If momma ain't wake up, then I wouldn't've woke up
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And Cleveland wouldn't have a reason to get it's hopes up
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Slipped into a Coma back to my fantasy
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Back to all the beautiful bitches attackin me
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Back to sippin them dacharies
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A couple of hoes feelin me
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And two bitches just laid up butt naked up on the canopy
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Back to the Lamborghinis and the Buggatis
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And enough of that Benihana's, bet I could do karate
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And, back to my Mansion like you promised me
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I can see my grandma and she proud of me
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On the strees of gold you can't stop me,
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Please doctor don't shock me,
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I don't wanna...
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Mansion
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| Chip Tha Ripper |
