Pacin’ the Floor

[Verse]
Pacin' the floor thinkin', "Where's my next pay?"
Pacin' the floor lookin' for my mind to create
Hip-hop, so I come with something bug
Meditate, that my rest, here goes my mic plug
Hook me in when I'm headed downtown
Give my crews pounds, they know I'm still around
Coolin', bagging up crews with no doubt
When I'm rollin' dice, I got my boys on the lookout
Dualies is cool on safety, let 'em go in they bag
Leavin' them marked like a graffiti tag
Tag, tss, spray 'em, this kid's no mimic
I run more hoes than a clinic without no gimmick
Hey, now let the rap singer get taught
Taught, miniskirt MCs comin' up short
Break north, they still hurtin' me from five thousand
In the club browsin', I don't do the housin'
I like the real sound, that underground sound
The West Coast sound and that uptown sound
Oh, how I needed crazy brand new sneaks
Girls like a runner, always givin' me peeps
So squeeze it, I'll please it, time for you in step
No threat, I feel like a mic, so where's my check?
Don't get me, landscaper, no beatin' around a bush
Signing off, it's Charizma and Peanut Butter Wolf

[Outro]
Hey guy
Hey big guy
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Hey there big guy
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Hey guy
Hey there big guy
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Hey big guy
Hey guy, hey guy, hey guy
Hey guy, hey big guy
Hey guy, hey guy, hey guy