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The Fast Track Weak Knees

up to be knocked down She screams No one understands her That there is no prince To carry her home But my heart is pounding And my knees are weak For

my gold teeth look so fresh. See how I bait 'em in soon as a nigga speak, That G's voice just make a bitch knees weak. I'm in my caddilac, chillin like

for frontin You poor little crackhead ass ain't hurtin nuttin Nigga you want the fame, now you're famous overnight Famous for getting fucked by a stick of dynamite You're weak

to Tell her what she knew she needed to hear She's a dancing girl, dancing girl She danced so fast, so well And she danced until her knees got weak

for frontin You poor little crackhead ass ain't hurtin nuttin Nigga you want the fame, now you're famous overnight Famous for getting fucked by a stick of dynamite You're weak

as Second One demands entrance through the back door.. "Bend over bitch, you know this is what you were born for; to dig those soft and lotioned knees

at the county fair It's the poisonous pens with the potent poems This rollercoaster roams right through your home And never ends Your knees get weak If

Im gonna die Because Im better than the pack!, Im back on track!, I put this crap back back backinmy Back pack, tick tack, clickety clack, goes the train Back on the fast track

for frontin You poor little crackhead ass ain't hurtin nuttin Nigga you want the fame, now you're famous overnight Famous for getting fucked by a stick of dynamite You're weak