In Stacks
What you really think I'm going back there
What you really think I act back
Well I hope you ain't seen my past then
Front pages I got em in stacks man
I was the bad man
I was the dope runner
I was the cooker man
I was selling cookies and drowning rookies
And everything thing I found man
I was playing hooky since the 6th grade
With 2 girlfriends one on each hand man
I'm just the sand man
I'm just the mothaa you can't stand here
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