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The reason that I'm here, I'ma drop 'til it's clear |
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Let all, G'z to front, middle and rear |
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Switches couldn't switch like these switches a day |
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Just to sit and sippin' and dippin' all over the ways |
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That they ears and chairs, dis on this years |
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Cokes drippin' off juice and gins |
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As a matter of fact, takes mathical fact |
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And you can't de-grate, y'all get played like a sax |
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Trumpet to trombone |
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Too shotty Young Gotti, millennium bone |
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If she raggedly, I'm sendin' 'em home |
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Puttin' 10 in the chrome, lettin' all killin' it's on |
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It don't quit, it don't stop |
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Let the beat knock, beat knock |
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Pull up at the spot, pull up at the spot, in a drop top |
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Gettin' what I got, I just |
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Can't go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songs |
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Don't give a damn on the real, I say just what I feel |
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No matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my bust style way |
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No time fo' da game, I do it my way |
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Kurupt, what up |
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I'ma drop 'til it's clear |
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And these re-beams and pumps is Vietnam time |
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Tossin' C-notes, the, 'Magnificent Magneto' |
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Dippin' through, comin' like ay |
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Don't expect nothin' less, these gleam on the tray |
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All night and all day, it's the best in a 2001 S S |
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It's the prince of the West, I ain't tryna do much |
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Tryna do too much, I ain't even really trippin' |
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It's just me, Snoopy and Quik and someone like you |
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Wit' the biggest mouth to put a dick in |
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Most of y'all malfunction like faulty equipment |
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Shifted, drifted, different, up lifted |
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Kurupt Young Gotti, just call me fall beaty |
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With the skirts from Tahiti workin' at the mall |
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With young Roscoe, you fool in high school |
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I just tuck my Roscoe, dump fossils, colossal, I |
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Can't go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songs |
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Don't give a damn on the real, I say just what I feel |
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No matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my bust style way |
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No time fo' da game, I do it my way |
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Yes, 1, 2, fuck wit' my crew |
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And we won't stop poppin' 'til ya body turn blue |
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3, 4, look at that whore with the fat ass |
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But without the cash, hit the door |
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The reason that I'm here, Kurupt done bought the beer |
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I'ma lush, lookin' fo' the cush, lookin' |
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Fo' the bush to push and mush back |
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I'll hump the ho if she ain't been needin' a Dusch bag |
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No, must've been the Gucci, wit' hair that's pushed back |
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In a bun lookin' fun gettin' silly, wit' my celly from Billy |
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Brought to you by way or two buns |
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We smugglin' in and out of the place, our two guns |
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Notice, see the Q U I, Dogg Pound collabo', yup |
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We stab hoes in the bladder actin' bad wit' the mad hoes |
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Get out, yeah, look here, we started this pussy shit, no shit |
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And these the mothafuckin' hoes we get, c'mon |
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Can't go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songs |
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Don't give a damn on the real, I say just what I feel |
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No matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my bust style way |
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No time fo' da game, I do it my way |
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Can't go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songs |
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Don't give a damn on the real, I say just what I feel |
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No matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my bust style way |
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No time fo' da game, I do it my way |
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{Aight, y'all this a mothafuckin' public service announcement |
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From Mr. X to tha mothafuckin' Z Xzibit |
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My homeboy Kurupt, to all you half ass mothafuckas comin' around |
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Pussy ass niggas, tryin' to see what's up wit my homeboy} |
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{And see what's up wit me, nigga is he this, is he that |
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Nigga I'm a mothafuckin' killa and it's like this nigga |
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If I had a doller fo' every time you bitch ass niggas |
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Came around and didn't do shit, I'll be a billionaire right now |
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Put up or shut up mothafuckas, it's like this, it's on, onsite} |
