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Get the green, bag it up
Let em know, saddle up
Hit the road mate,
Sling your goods
Keep your wits mate
This the hood
And when you get back
We gone divvy it up
Don’t be a div mate
I ain’t a mug
When I say 200 that’s what I mean
Anything less then I ain’t gone be pleased
I’m telling you now for your own benefit
If you do me wrong you won’t hear the end of it
I’m helping you out mate, so help yourself too
I’m friendly at first mate but don’t make me rude
It’s business, not leisure
So don’t get too comfy
You’re dealing with food and these people are hungry
So I expect perfect, no type of problems
If you can manage that, then we’ll do this more often
Let em know, saddle up
Hit the road mate,
Sling your goods
Keep your wits mate
This the hood
And when you get back
We gone divvy it up
Don’t be a div mate
I ain’t a mug
When I say 200 that’s what I mean
Anything less then I ain’t gone be pleased
I’m telling you now for your own benefit
If you do me wrong you won’t hear the end of it
I’m helping you out mate, so help yourself too
I’m friendly at first mate but don’t make me rude
It’s business, not leisure
So don’t get too comfy
You’re dealing with food and these people are hungry
So I expect perfect, no type of problems
If you can manage that, then we’ll do this more often
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