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Let me tell you what happened to me |
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The other day I spent a million on a def gold chain |
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It weighted thirty nine pounds, my name plate the same |
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I put it on, it was too heavy |
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So I hired me this brother to wear for me |
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One night, we was out chillin, he and I minus crew |
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I was held at gun point by a thug's .22 |
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But when I told him that I was the L.A. player Ice-T |
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The brother robbed somebody else and brought the money to me |
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You might think I'm lyin' but man, you're wrong |
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As I told you before, my word is bond |
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You're the master of lying, man |
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I played ball back in (name) Park |
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The (name) on the board, hit three pointers in the dark |
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I got a scholarship but said: "Yo, forget it " |
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Goin' straight to the Pro rank, coach, so don't sweat it |
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The Lakers wanted to pick me, but I said: "Step" |
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Cause takin' Magic's spot, could be bad for my rep "what" |
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So he sent me to Chicago, to play in front of... you know |
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But then I said: "Either he go or I go" |
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I gave Jordan a break, then came back to the city |
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You know, cause everybody missed me "right, right, right" |
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You think I'm lyin?, but brother, you're wrong |
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As I told you before, my word is bond |
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Lies man, man you're crazy |
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Look at Donald D comin' through the door late |
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We're makin' a record, brother |
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What you're doin' so late, man |
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What's up, man? "Stop lying" |
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My girl was pissed, so she tried to diss |
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The D, until I showed her my fist |
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I argued with her in the pouring rain |
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After the fightin' with her, I missed the train |
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It was delayed for an hour, so I fell asleep |
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When I woke up, I was on 14th. Street |
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By the time I got there, it was way too late |
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Came back uptown and decided to wait |
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Ran into her cous', and hung with him |
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Met Billy, Joe, Bob, Frank, Chuck and Slim |
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Went back to the crib to watch a VCR |
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And then I had to pick up my father's car |
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Looked around for my brother, to see where he went |
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And then I had to pay my mother's rent |
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I know y'all think I'm lyin', but listen, you're wrong |
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Like I told you before, my word is bond |
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Lies man, you be late to the show |
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How you gon' make some money, man? |
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I got so much money that the bank couldn't hold it |
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Car so dope that I didn't wanna roll it |
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So many houses, sometimes I forget |
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I brought a yacht and a brand new lear jet |
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I flew to Paris just for good meal |
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Then to Rome, to sign a record deal |
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Off to London, to kick with the Queen "what Queen? " |
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Back to LA, I bought a football teem |
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I just can't stop spendin' that green |
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My girl loves the water so I brought baby a submarine |
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But see, I left my house without my credit Cards |
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I think I left my wallet in my other car |
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If you could loan me ten, I'd pay you back |
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Yo man, you're lookin' at me crazy, what's up with that? |
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You think I'm lyin' but man, you're wrong |
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As I told you before, my word is bond |
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Yo man, I'll pay you back |
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Yo, you be talking about them girls you got, man |
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You ain't got no women, man |
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Monday morning, walkin' down the block |
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Saw this girl in a Jag, y'all, and she stopped "aww man" |
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She said her father casted for the Cosby Show |
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And she said: "Bob, would you like to go? " |
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You know, so I went with her, and we chilled |
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Got her drunk off the Eight Ball, and we illed |
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She was stupid rich, so I bought myself an island |
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Charged it to her Master charge, I be wildin' |
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So, after that I stepped and she was cryin' |
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She gave me mansion, yo, why should I be lyin'? |
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You got me frontin'?, well homeboys, you're wrong |
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As I told you before, my word is bond |
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Yo Ice, I did a concert in the White House |
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And after that me and Donald Trump hung out |
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And then I knocked Vanity boots in a limo' |
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I rejected Michael Jackson's demo |
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Smacked Freddy Krueger and he didn't reply |
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Hit Mike Tyson in his eye |
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Sharks around me and didn't die |
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Drank a case of Cisco and I didn't get high |
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You might think I'm lyin, but listen, you're wrong |
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Like I told you before, my word is bond |
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You think I'm lyin' but I'm tellin' the stone truth |
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I have been player ever since my youth |
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In 1st grade I was knockin' kids out cold |
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In 2nd grade I was truckin' the large gold |
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In 3rd grade I was checkin' the youth bank |
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4th grade puttin' Gas in Benz my tank |
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By the 12th I was gamblin' outrageous |
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I drove through Desert and broke Los Vagus |
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You probably think I'm lyin' but brothers, you're wrong |
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As I told you before, my word is bond |
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What you talking about, man? |
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You and that basketball stuff you talkin' about |
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Donald talkin' 'bout Donald Trump, ' man, y'all is crazy |
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Shawnie Mac, what are they talkin' about, man? |
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My Word is Bond, home boy |