Why's your head so f*cked?
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My head's bursting, Gucci sandals, I rock 'em just outta spite
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Still they copy me, can't believe it, dear God
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Thank God you guard me whenever my Vespa rolls again
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With my baby, she stings hard, better clear the way
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Ten horsepower into your town, it won't be pleasant
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Count on my Vespa and now it's got you counting sheep
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One-on-one, he gets a bomb, calls his bro
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But he forgets I'm schooled, I box his 'abi'
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Cruisin' hair down and behind me sits a
b*tch like Barbie, hood safari
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Hop on the Speedfight, f*ck Kawasaki, let's go, Barbie
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Kickdown doing seventy to your party
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They snap photos, bags burst, but Apache stays the same
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Bro, I gotta bounce when the scooters scream again
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They talk to me 'bout coke and knife fights
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But they gotta bounce when our scooters scream again
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When you get to the bottom of it
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You realize that's really not the case
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Call whoever you want, bring your daddy if you like
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S*cking d*cks is tradition for you little p*ssers
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Peek over at me, they check my body out
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B*tch, 105 kilos of definition, no cardio
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Like it or not, bro, Apache's on the radio starting today
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They snap photos, bags burst, but Apache stays the same
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Bro, I gotta bounce when the scooters scream again
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They talk to me 'bout coke and knife fights
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But they gotta bounce when our scooters scream again