Mr. 17.5

I'm addicted to that new car smell

Next, they be dressing like me
White cookies in a plastic bag
One in the chamber when we're aiming at you
Swede ends in the Chevy, got me feelin' awkward
Whole life flash right before your eyes
You could live your whole life and not come close
I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots
All we fear is the discovery and Inditement papers, wussup
See the state troopers and get butterflies
Mother*** acting like I ain't supposed to shine

Put the fish scale on the scale
But back in '93, they wasn't stressing like me, wussup
Snow man, getcha hands up high, it's ya' boy, Mr. 17.5
A minute 14 and Rolex watches
Get money, *** *** them haters

The young Bob Barker, the price is right
200,000 cash, I'm buying my own team
Chump change, I make it rain for fun wussup
If you C.O.D. then you could get them tonight

I get a rush when I tote that 'cane
But I still bury a ***
I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots
I ain't the one, definitely not the two
Somewhere in the back of my secret deranged brain
Make me I hop a ***, serve them with the toast
I get them bars out of the back of my mind
New shoes on the range rover, good one man
No currency machine, I could count it myself
Snow man, getcha hands up high, it's ya' boy, Mr. 17.5

Guess that's why these rap *** take notes
You can play my thug and my clientele, why

Thunder storm in the body tap, look what I've done
I like little dude who keeps his money so neat
I'm a grown *** man, I stand on my own two
Right to your front door, operation so sweet
Even in the drought, the boy kept that yay

I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots
Put The Mask on, Jim Carey a ***

Snow man, getcha hands up high, it's ya' boy, Mr. 17.5
Low key, under the radar, triple black 'Vet, I call it the stealth

Got a thing for them Heckler and Koches
Recite my adlibs, borrow my quotes
Snow man, getcha hands up high, it's ya' boy, Mr. 17.5
Almost done, another quarter million in ones
New shoes on the coupe with the paper tag
I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots

I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots
Careful with the sweets, don't burn my seats
If Roy went postal, all he do is check mail
A hundred percent served, snowman's word
Snow man, getcha hands up high, it's ya' boy, Mr. 17.5
Snow man, getcha hands up high, it's ya' boy, Mr. 17.5
I reminisce like Mary J