conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Mazaltov with the following description: This is Track 16 off of Curren$y’s 14th mixtape, Smokee Robinson (2010)
  It’s produced by Nesby Phips.
  Wiz Khalifa used this verse for his 2010 XXL Freshmen 10 freestyleExpand Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Hook]
  Bartender, bartender, bartender
  Make me a drink
  (What you havin'?)
  What you think? shit
  Get me a (a Mazaltov Cocktail
  )
  And (make it hot)
  Yeah, and put a flame on it
  So I can leave a stain on it
  [Verse 1: Nesby Phips]
  Nod ya' head to the flick of my lighter
  Fire to the ass of a joint get ya' higher
  Never in over my head, I'm MacGyver
  Even in the midst of the madness, I'm a rider
  Heavy on the stamina, amateurs
  Easily revealed than the presence of a panther, uh
  Feline fantasies get fulfilled
  Tell them canines chill
  It's the leader of the pack with nine lives to live
  What's a king without a queen?
  Leader without a team?
  Heater without a beamer?
  Crops without the cream?
  I'm self motivated so crops is not the thing
  Approval of spectators does not bring the ring of a champion
  Lampin' and I'm champagne sippin'
  Touché not the cliché, my campaign pimpin'
  Feel privileged if I played ya'
  Plastic over paper
  Magic over the Lakers
  Happy to make your day, cuz [Hook]
  [Verse 2: Curren$y]
  Ya' gets no love and I thought you knew it
  How to wrap a groupie from the club to the jacuzzi
  My vernacular, more spectacular than you dudes is
  Word to truth in the booth, rappin confucius
  Hardest rhymes out, bite my shit be left toothless
  What I wear, what I smoke - both exclusive
  Prime real estate, bitches see a nigga wanna build
  Polar Bear pimpin' got yo women catchin' chills
  Clear windows, see me sittin' behind the wheel
  On the real say I won't, bet I will
  But still, it ain't no fun
  If the homies can't get a piece of it
  Weed brownies in the oven
  By the time she was buzzin', we was already fuckin'
  Screamin so loud, she awoke my lil' cousin
  Seen 'em in the morning, she was too embarrassed to say something
  Bud, bitches, and breakfast - ya' gotta love it
  [Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]
  I'm smokin on some strong
  Got some bitches who love to smoke bongs, papers, and bowls
  So pretty much, any thing goes
  Come and kick it, we'll blow some of this chronic smoke
  Go to stores to cop shit even when they say they closed
  These Louis, I suppose and right now, I'm high
  My eyes so freakin low, I might as well keep 'em closed
  You fuckin' with winners
  Kush and orange juice
   on my eggs, flickin' my ashes on dinner, nigga [Hook]