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mass plates rollin through cali
mass plates rollin through tornado ally
mr. cartographer, better take a tally
domination in the lower 48 established
self made cant even afford to pay a caddy
sleep in the car, cant help looking shabby
but that dont stop them proper folk looking at me
hair nappy, dressed badly, hating me for looking happy
if my ride dont get it done, the plates do it
and if my rims dont get it done, the plates do it
if my swag dont get it done, the plates do it
now what'd you say stupid? now what'd you say stupid?
old beat up sedan in the backcountry
got my clothes packed in a sack gunny
just driving, not trying to stack money
but i hope i might impress you with the plates, honey
though uh, i’ll be gone at the crack of dawn
i wont be hurt if you choose not to tag along
racing the sun like a true vagabond
i might be catching a few winks on ur back lawn
and i dont know what got you thinkin' i might stay
i’m always onto the next one like Jay, ay
it's freelance policy
whatchu know about that? ah shit they're onto me
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out in the cold
but your heart takes you some places you’ve never been
push ya to the edge, and go everywhere in between
prom’s done, wheres the fun in a limousine
grab a backpack, hop a train, and make history
yo, i’m a man with a plan--that is,
i’ll consider the plan if one hatches
in the mean time i’ll practice crash landings
bushwhack through the wilderness like hatchet
and nothing compares
to standing on the stage feeling the stares
got your eyes on me would ya please keep watching
bet i even got my haters evesdropping
and you’ll see so many MCs stopping
me i’m not i’m just stop and go
jump like geronimo, flippin like dominos, go
wherever i please i just let the wind blow
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