"we the ones who could buy the bar/see I'm the star with the big cigar/they don't have to park my car/I leave it right here and it won't go far/standin in line is asinine/motherfukkers won't touch me like a porcupine"
There's no doubt Cube's rhyming has fallen the fukk off, but I still enioy his music for whatever reason. I don't know. His flows did seem a little better on this album though.
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