DESCRIPTION:
Written and recorded by me.

Lyrics: Bringing back sweet memories of yesterday, me on the street corner selling flints and getting paid. Pushing Barney and Wilma and Dino by the bottle, riding in my momma's sky blue station wagon full throttle. Back then we was so poor we held up a book store. They didn't have no money so we took Little Women instead, and read up about Arthur and Noddy and Jimmy Carter, and learned that everybody poops while we sipped on juice.

(I left my heart in the hood. I'd take it back if I only could. But I got lots of bitches and cars. I'm a gangsta and a movie star. Bringing back sweet memories.)

Back at the book store we was all gathered round to hear a crazy-ass story about a giant red hound. I'd really hate to think of what it'd be like if he got horny. He'd tear some bitch's ass up, make her a victim of goatse. But I digress, I do obsess over blown-out assholes. Back to the story I was telling to you bitch-ass hos. We had some milk and some cookies, read some more fucking books. Had such a lovely day it made the gangsta life seem kinda gay.

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Well you know how it is: One day you're blasting caps, the next you're making finger paintings and taking naps. But it ain't no thang, it ain't nothing to me. I'm put in time-out instead of the penitentiary. I left behind a life of crime for candy cigarettes. Gave up making crack laced with ex-lax for popping Pez. Looking back at my past now I really don't mind. Fuckers be dissing me I give they ass a NERF drive-by.

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Hear the motherfucking bass drums pump.
Yeah.
Hear the motherfucking bass drums pump
like my pelvis against your rump.