Snipes

I know a million stories and not all of them are true
I wish I had the time to tell all of them to you
But today I'll tell a few, most of em bout me
And since this is gift rap I'ma tell em to ya free (Mark of the Beats)
Snipes that's the name, tall brown frame
Spit plenty of game to hit plenty of dames
Drove plenty of coupes and made plenty of loot
Had plenty of hangovers from 80 Proof Juice
And ain't much changed, got a gorgeous wifey
It ain't all roses but it ain't poison ivy
But Homie that's how life be, so get it how ya live
Three-story crib, swing set for the kids
Multi-car garage, Cold Duck up in the fridge
Weber gas grill for the barbecue ribs
The shrimp and the burgers, the beans and the franks
But I don't walk around like my bowels don't stank
Cause I know that they do, or should I say they do do
But that don't stop me from copping my lady Jimmy Choo shoes
Posh handbags, drop tan Jags
Wait 'til she figure out that all she gotta do is ask
Roll up the grass, down a Jell-O shooter
Stop worrying bout the past and let's celebrate the future
Let's celebrate at Hooters, chicken wings and beer
Living life without fear cubic zircs in my ears
Cause I don't wear diamonds they ain't nothing but rocks
That they found on the ground, shined 'em, put 'em in the shop
But I know that time changes things so I really can't claim
What tomorrow may bring I might cop
A clean diamond ring, a hot diamond watch
A pair of blue jeans with diamonds sewn in the crotch
Maybe, maybe not, but only God knows
I talk to Him everyday so I suppose He'll disclose
What the future holds, will I sell my soul
Just to ball out of control, I just wanna know my role
So I can play my part, like voting for Barack
Or picking up litter as I walking down my block
The older that I get the louder I hear the clock
As my lifetime slowly winds down to a stop

I know that day will come so I'm trying to train my son
To take the baton and run when his pop's leg is done
Don't stop 'til it's won, I'm talking bout the race
I told him choose sanity over a pretty face
Don't let a sexy waist create haste to take a mate
Ain't no need to buy the calendar just to get a date
Can't control fate, don't believe in karma
No matter what you've done your life still gon have some drama
Still gon have some good days and hopefully more than the bad
When I pass don't be sad, spill some Henney for your Dad
Smile as it splash, pile up ya cash
Put ya stash a water proof place for a rainy day
That's all I'ma say my pen fading anyway
Trippin' when I wrote this so forgive me if it goes a stray
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