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Was it September? I'm a stoner reeking havoc, I don't remember, shit! Hold your seat Let me take you to another plateau Exhilaration of your mind comes with it my flow Really though, I'll let you know I'm that boy ST Exposing your mind to the rhymes of a P-Town baller I'll make your girl holler my name in pain as I proceed to call it her My versatile machine on my new found lady Hit it once and she'll be down to pay me No babies cuz I elect to protect From it that HIV shit if my dick gets erect, so check After I'm through, it's out the door, I thought you knew I'm a P-Town Baller, fool I gotta tell the crew It's the pimp twist, it's the pimp twist Kottonmouth make a sweet girl turn a trick And yes, she's down with this, and so she'll reminisce About the days she was caught up in the pimp twist Perpetrator? Naw, educator Playa hata? More like a generator Hesitater? Naw, demonstrator Masturbator? Naw, masticator on you old lady's twat The shit was hot, the pussy got got, I hit the G-spot My other buddy ate it, his tongue got rot But he knew what he was in for when the booze got bought Now that's not a lot but that's food for thought You gotta bur up if she's hot to trot Like it or not you need to smoke more pot And think about your problems, connect the dots That's life, that's the way it goes Layin' down laws and taxin' hos Sometimes I can't
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