Dress Like a D-Boy E-40 & Stresmatic

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[Intro]
Rick Rock
[Chorus: Stresmatic]
Fancy cars, movie stars, real exotic clothes
Delivery service, what'd you sell? Ballin' outta control
I still dress like a D-Boy (D-Boy)
I still dress like a D-Boy (D-Boy)
[Verse 1: E-40]
I got a voice out here, I ain't got no laryngitis ('Gitis)
Everything that I do is a plus, not a minus (Minus)
Keepin' my foot on they throat, they neck, all on they sinus (Sinus)
I get better with age like fine wine, bitch, I'm timeless (Timeless)
I'm locked in with the torpedoes and the Thundercats (Thundercats)
Stay in contact with my peoples, potna, wherе you at? (Where you at?)
I'm paperеd up like a printer, like a fax (Like a fax)
These suckers is uppercase letters, all cap (All cap)
Used to step on a crack and I was superstitious ('Stitious)
When I was pushin' them packs, my lifestyle was explicit (Explicit)
Got a rifle that'll knock the head up off a rhino
This ain't a water gun, my nigga, not a toy, Mattel or Tyco (Tyco)
Never play the game to lose, gotta play to win (Win)
Niggas be beefin' like Fox and CNN (CNN)
Lookin' out for the 6-times-2, I still be paranoid (Paranoid)
Poncherello on me, I dress just like a D-Boy (D-Boy), biatch