I am a little tea pot,
Oh so short and stout.
But don't you tip me over,
You don't know what I'm about.
You think just cuz your bigger,
That means you're in charge.
But what you do not realize,
Is that inside I'm large.
I am a gangsta tea pot,
I derive straight from the hood.
You should ask me to rap,
Because Im really good.
So next time that you see me,
Just don't pour me out.
Sit down, we'll talk and then you'll know,
Just what I'm about.
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