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Uncle Kracker
Who's Your Uncle

I laid cuts with Jay
And rocked rhymes with Run
A couple mill in the bank
And I' ain't even done
I got platinum plaques,
I write platinum tracks
I got it all from raps
And that's the platinum facts...uhh
All that and there ain't nothing I fear yet
Sippin' champagne up in company leer jets
5 star meals, Caribean vactions
Everything's pluxh delux accommodations
Nationwide the stations vibe
To the cat who covers tracks
Like the lace on thighs
My ace is high
There ain't gonna be no guessin'
And I'm the illest mother fucker
On the block no question
I ain't destined
I don't fuck with fate
Self made millionaire
While your bussin' plates
You see I've already done
Everything you wanna do
So what makes you think
I give a fuck about you

Detroit to Texas, Texas to LA
Who brings it to you,
Who's your Uncle?
Brooklyn to the bayou,
Across the southern plains
Who brigns it to you,
Who's your Uncle?

I shot dice with the devil
On many occasion
Drank shots with God
In an old gas station
A couple accountants
That count my statements
Cribs all paid for,
No car payments
Rocked in basements
For gas and beer
And now I get all that
And big loot to appear
I couldn't steer
So I got me a chauffeur
Hired a chef cuz
I was tired of stouffers
I got over and people showed envy
Cuz I couldn't choose between
A Lincoln and a Benzy
Fendi shades and topless maids
I don't worry about clothes
Cuz their custom made
I drink crushed up grapes
That have been aged for years
Your smokin' OP's drinkin' 32 beers
I've alread done everything you wanna do
So what makes you think
I give a fuck about you

Detroit to Texas, Texas to LA
Who brings it to you,
Who's your Uncle?
Brooklyn to the bayou,
Across the southern plains
Who brigns it to you,
Who's your Uncle?

Fucking cops...

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