60 Bar Dash

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On your mark. Get set... [Verse 1: Sean Price] Jump back, kiss myself Sean Price used to pump crack, get that wealth Number one ranking taken, I'mma get that belt Not a card dealer but deal with the cards that's dealt Yo I do this for my so fly, so high niggas African-butt-scratching-bowtie niggas Ben Vereen/Chicken George, Fiddler On the Roof niggas Yo I'm nice but I shoot niggas Ayo, Superfly Snuka jumping from the turnbuckle Smoking on some shit you never smoked on before, fuck you Yo, asked a bitch for some brains she said "Never Last time I licked your balls caught high blood pressure" Evel Knievel hot wheels jumping like Duke boys (yeeeehaaah!) Posdnous, Mase and Trugoy (what?) Plug one in your neck and plug two in your chest Turn around and plug three in your rest Yo, pop clip in and dump, hop, skip and a jump Backseat of the car, hot chick in the front Fuck y'all rappers, all y'all gay Tryna sell rap and crack: John Forte Nigga [Interlude 1: PF Cuttin' & Sean Price] Time! Time? 53.7 seconds That's kinda fucked up, duke. Aight, it was aight, but yo let's try it again, ready? Ayo, hold up, man Go! [Verse 2: Sean Price] My mama ain't raise no fool because my mama ain't raise me, fool Sean Price the name, ya' beats hot but ya' writing is lame Release shots on the side of ya' frame The trees copped now I'm high as a plane With these cops need a nine in the Range Ya' seeds watch while you're high and insane, yo Bust a u-ey, roll the window down, clutch a toolie Kill a cop, get away just like a movie Yo, more or less nigga, less is more Half a shirt, half a skirt is how I dress them whores The Education of Sean Price, turn to page 20 Learn how Grandma Jean used to make money Mighty Joe Young, used to gorilla pimp hoes for bread Can't work her next day, bust her nose and head Canadian steroids, Ben Johnson, cheating to win Like a fair fight with heat to ya' chin Yo the Fab 5 single came out, I got dough Then the Fab 5 shit got played out, I'm like 'Yo Lend me a dollar, duke what you want me to do? You broke then I'm broke, nigga, I work for you' [Interlude 2: PF Cuttin' & Sean Price] Time! 1.53 seconds. Damn Fuck you talking 'bout? You outta breath, you sound like you Ranacanin' on a [?] [Verse 3: Sean Price] Yo, I got one hand back in the street I got the other hand back in the booth (Word?) I'm in the crib with the VCR on, watching Amistad Thinking 'bout a motherfucking cracker to shoot Pootie Tang niggas always got a lot to say Ain't talking 'bout shit though, sa-da-tay Classical soul (what?), I got the nastiest flow Sean Price, big gun by the grassiest knoll Can't see me coming, like I was fucking a blind bitch Grabbing the radio and then commence to rewind this Leave it alone, or you can bleed from the dome When I start squeezing the chrome at ya' Vs and ya' home But fuck it (fuck it), y'all wanna die right now (now) Hit across the face with the nine like 'blaow' License to kill, fall back Vicodin pills Get clapped, come back like Christ in the field Got one foot up in some Timbs, got the other foot up in ya' ass (nigga it's up in ya' ass) You see I'm tryna get ahead loc, but a nigga dead broke Now I'm thinking 'Yo, where the fuck is the cash?' Motherfucker