P.T.A.
Masta Ace

King Tee

M.A.

J-Ro (J-Ro)

P.K.

(it's the mix)

L.A.


I want my name on a big banna, word to my nanna

A red bowl in Atlanta, one in Savannah

Tell em both get tanna, you too white like Vanna

Sit 'em on my lap like Santa

I want a sky blue Cadillac, wit' a 8-track and a floor model T.V. in da back

So I can race ???, straight down tha ???

last one to get to Roscoe's buys tha waffles

I be the man in the club spot, I want tha mansion

and tha yacht, like imma forgot

They haven't sell tha house yet? I wanna buy it

and rent each room out fo' a grand, like tha Hyatt

I want my own football team, and stadium,

hey, fuck platinum, I wanna go uranium


I had dreams of fuckin an R&B slut,

plus I'm tryin ta be tha first in tha bently truck

On twenty-fo inches of chrome, tight shit

A.T.V.'s an'a satellite dish

playa hata waita cuz a nigga might switch

two thou', three V-dozen like six

No matta what they do, boo, they can't see Tee

all these niggas frontin in their crib on M.T.V.

I gotta castle,

wit' a draw bridge, no hassle

let tha chariot swing low, go grab 'em

take 'em to tha airstrip, catch tha airship

back to tha hub city, ????? (woo)


I just love that whip appeal

'specially all that shit ya feel

I'm not gon' lie, Imma tell you tha deal

I want planes, trains, and automobiles

If you don't know what I mean,

Jump inside so fresh and so clean (say what?)

Imma let you niggas know how I feel,

I want planes, trains, and automobiles


I want a floorless Benz wit' gorgeous rims,

so I can drive around, grinnin in my drawers 'n' tim's,

these hata's hopin all dis ends

score sum lawya's as friends,

What I really want? It all depends

I wanna be tha man in tha halfayear

so I can ball out in Cleveland like a Caviler,

I wanna check wit' six zeros, two commas,

Sean Jean slippas an', Fubu pajamas


I drove down rows, that want everything sold

bitches so cold they suck like, black holes

roll thru tha mall, smokin like broken stoves,

stroll wit' King Tut gold thru orange chronic groves,

Flows as hard as foes impose,

wit' tha sold out shows that pack tha Rose Bowl,

pocket's so swoll I can buy ya soul

Mack an Ro want tha globe,

ballin' outa control

(fades out)


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