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Ain't nothin changed |
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It's still not a game |
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Jean Grae |
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Come on |
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[VERSE 1] |
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This ain't a gangsta joint, far from it |
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This is for niggas in the club who only nod they head when shit is rugged |
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And all the chicks who act crazy love it |
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Them chicks who stay blunted |
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Drunk in the middle of the dancefloor like, "Fuck it!" |
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For those who ain't get in because the door fronted |
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Park your ride in front of the spot and turn it up, pump it |
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For niggas caught at checkpoints, got heavy firearms |
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Fly and Henny'ed up, drivin like they wearin blindfolds |
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For New York, for Philly, road trips to Atlantic City in rented cars |
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One month unlimited MetroCards |
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For straphangers, for niggas who pay for shit with five fingers |
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My credit card scammers, my hookie party jammers |
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Exotic exquisite women friends, niggas in denim |
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Niggas who make hot beats and my dogs who spit venom |
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My thugs and gentlemen, from vanilla to cinnamon |
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The first thousand women ( ? ) from N'Sync to Eminem |
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[CHORUS] |
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Don't stop, I said you won't stop |
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And if you with me, then we ride until the beat drop |
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Who got the Henny, yo? Sip it, sip it |
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Hydro, hit it, hit it |
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And all my hungry niggas, please yo, don't stop, get it, get it |
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Don't stop, I said you won't stop |
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And if you with me, then we drink until last shot |
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Who got the hydro? Hit it, hit it |
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Who got the Henny, yo? Sip it, sip it |
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All my hungry niggas, please yo, don't stop, get it, get it |
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[VERSE 2] |
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A new representative, presentin Jean Grae |
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Customer, client, president, fuck Gen X, we today, nigga |
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It's hostile today, hot loans and baby mamas to pay |
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Hot rocks for dollars to sway |
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What's your hustle, I'm doin mine |
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And if it don't work - fuck that, it got to |
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The rhymes too hot to experience how not to |
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I'm toxic like vodka and gin |
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200 proof on the rocks, I do it cause I can |
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Simple, you should stop and I told you who I do it for |
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And I'm not goin anywhere cause me and life is married and I ain't gettin divorced |
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So where my hungry women at, my niggas ready to set it |
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We can all eat, what you need, let's go get it |
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[CHORUS] |
