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  Brain storm, pick it up, oh
  Hit up the mall, cop it all, oh oh, oh oh
  Good go, sip it up slow
  Good go, sip it up 
  Good go, sip it up slow
  Turn up the radio, and off we go 
  Uh, yeah
  I swear this shit kinda fit funny
  Finally getting laid and they went off and told on me
  The stripper getting paid, getting rich is for broke dummies
  If she a snow bunny, thats 50 of yo money, 
   Here we go again, two more girls turn to four lesbians
  On the couch sexing em, sex-sexing em, dawg
  They look chewie, Im breast-festing em,
  Seniority is good, Alumni is great
  But who gon boot the Dean if the bitch got a fade
  Im getting extra laid, you getting extra laid.. off! 
  Hit, Then I cough, Then Im gone, cause!
  Brain storm, pick it up, oh
  Hit up the mall, cop it all, oh oh, oh oh
  Good go, sip it up slow
  Turn up the radio, and off we go 
  Stadiums packed, look who just blew in
  Coming off the rebound like Patrick Ewing
  Getting poed up with Oilers in Houston
  Back when the Benz was just tinted, Cruising
  Stadiums packed, look who just blew in
  Coming off the rebound like Patrick Ewing
  Getting poed up with the Oilers in Houston
  Back when the Benz was just tinted, Cruising
  My brother told me that we could break the game
  And when I woke, I swear that we would think the same
  But what I think of life, I just think of as a game
  But why didnt I spend a couple stacks on a chain
  Please the company, can we bring on the beers?
  Cheers, to the homies and the three musketeers
  We getting hot all around global warming
  Bust a nut now, all these chicks stay swarming
  Churping, and when I wake up in the morning
  I see the sun shine beaming on something foreign
  I got a couple mags, full of jags
  I let my pants sag, middle finger from the ass
  Bitch!
  Brain storm, pick it up, oh
  Hit up the mall, cop it all, oh oh, oh oh
  Good go, sip it up slow
  Turn up the radio, and off you go, oh-oh, oh oh
  Damn, Ive been wanting my own shit
  When I get the hands out, like what Im gon get
  Why do everybody gotta have some of yo shit
  Why do everybody gotta have some of yo shit
  Why do everybody gotta have some of yo shit
  And when they dont get it, then they say you on hoe shit
  Fuck yall, whats mine thats mine
  And when your shit original, the niggas tryna take your design
  That may seem kinda sour, I was building the line
  Broke niggas tell lies to make the greater decline
  Now aint that uncredible, Im so incredible that I can take a fat bitch and make that hoe edible
  Train rack medical, taste kinda professional
  Square my niggas off, its like they live in the sectional
  Good shit, show it all, what you say? Im hood rich
  I dont have to rap about babesters that I would get
  So much paper, I could probably make a book quick
  Tell your girl to hold the stack, but I can make her look dick
  Brain storm, pick it up, oh
  Hit up the mall, cop it all, oh oh, oh oh
  Good go, sip it up slow
  Turn up the radio, and off you go, oh oh, oh oh
  La la la la la, la la la la, la la la la
  La la la la la, la la la la, la la la la