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[Answering machine] You have one unheard message. Five saved messages. First unheard message. Urgent message [Krispy on the phone] Hahaha. Al man, pick your phone up man, it's Krispy man, it's your brother man. We'll be outside the spot right now man, come on man, don't do me like this tonight man, we both on the list, we're on the list as The Knux man, they don't let me in by myself man, man, man fuck it man, he ain't coming man [Krispy at the club] Yeah, it's Krispy. Yeah, Krispy. Yeah, check the list. Krispy. Yeah, Krispy [Krispy Verse] Hahahahaha It's Krispy Check it out Say the chicks' freaks? Nigga let's expose 'em Coast them to come the spot and poke 'em Spin it up, rig it off, for self-control Still I got a lust for these selfish hoes Slender type, livin' life, no agenda To hinder the tender bitch, no surrender Seven days a week, seven days no sleep I sleep and then I wake, another case of the freaks Please on the futon, spread like poupon And then put the food on, like Paul Prudhomme Cook it up, cook it up, cook it up, move on Yep, barely all full with Filet Mignon It's LA, exactly, these broads are tacky To get it they do anything to make you happy Wow, that's facts, that's tracks for the blacks That's tits for the whites, got dick for the wives Desperate like Eva, the evil divas They must lust me, that's the semen eaters From the window of my room see the Hollywood sign On the phone with my people, "How your mom and them?" Fine [Krsipy on the phone] So now, I know you don't wanna go out with me man, check it out though. It's probably like, my last time asking you to go out. I know I said this last time, but, this is really the last time. Listen to me. Come out with me tonight, I promise you, I never ask your ass again [Rah Verse] They met him in London His hell was the fever He talked with an accent, practice They lift off his cheek but, that's [?] Shit not funny, this no game neither, um Sneakers, ballistic Aristocats Skateboard James Paul for the sake, rack The model with American dreams, stay choking He listened to a bitch with the Air Beethoven Stay locc'in, don't ask her questions Shovin' down your throat like an antiseptic pop Bigger than beats this is a rock in the garage And make a gumbo with hip hop in the marriage Jazz class felt like ass Fucking his horn, bust some nut on the brass Last laugh, give me that cash On the way to Wells Fargo A gift to the teller He's a hipster, he's hip to the better Think about a hoe like a rip in the sweater Life's an eight ball, he took his face off Now you can put this shit on like face off Hey Scotty, you ready for take off? But nigga we ain't got no time for space off