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(Real thing, talking 'bout the real thing
Real thing, talking 'bout the real thing
Real thing, talking 'bout the real thing
Real thing, talking 'bout the real thing)

[Rapping:]
Yeah, It's Bam Bam
You know I'm back
It's me, it's me
Flushing
I sell coke, walk with the caine
Flex the green Porsche in the rain
Cash be at the mall, what you gain?
But nah, I ain't buying shit, she's tricking
Five peers of worldwide and some Scottie Pippens
Bitches be basic and they ain't shit
At least I'M FAMOUS and I ain't shit
Well, my mother loves me, I'm her baby
We still drive each other crazy
Now my man needs a liver, boarded of E-bay
We started snorting Pepsi, now we got a fiend's face
I prey game before the pregame
I let my chicken go, give a free range
This is JERICHO, not Jerry-curl
Put the pedal to the medal, make the Chevy twerk
Peace to my man Sean Austin
I put a 100K on Army versus Boise State
You know I does it, IT'S ME !


(Nothing like the Coca Cola
Nothing like the Coca Cola
Nothing like the Coca Cola
Nothing like the Coca Cola
Nothing like the Coca Cola
Nothing like the Coca Cola
Nothing like the Coca Cola
Nothing like the Coca Cola)

Praised of countryside (and a bottle of Coke!)

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