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Tuesday, April 05, 2005

Jay-Z Yummy Lunch!

Corned beef and chicken on wholegrain bread from Whole Foods, with apple and black bean salad. And if you think the Monz was going to let some punk audio editor out-gangsta him, think again!

If you havin lunch problems Monz is funnin' you son,
Monz got 99 problems but a lunch ain't one
Got the rap patrol on the fat control
Ward off a heart attack to make his casket closed
Rap critics that say he's "Money, Cash, Hoes"
He's a lahhhyah stupid, what types of facts are those
If you grew up with holes in your zapatoes
You've never taken a boat on the lake, paddled or rowed
He's staying away from those donut holes
If you don't like this blog you can press the forward

The year is ninety-four, Monz is eating fried, not raw
He doesn't think he'll ever be smacking down in law
On I-94
Put the pedal to the floor
Threw a party, set off some freaks, there's a policeman at the door
Monz knows his rights so bete you gon' need a warrant for
"Aren't you sharp as a tack! You some type of
lawyer or somethin, somebody important or somethin?"
Child, Monz hadn't yet passed the bar, but he knew a little bit
Enough that Spay's "HI MR. POLICEMAN!" won't illegally search his shit
"Well we'll see how smart you are when the canine comes"
But Dogs love Monz, who has 99 problems, but a lunch ain't one

Hit me!
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