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Yeah.. yo, yeah |
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It's time to put you kids on restriction |
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So just sit down, shut your trap up and listen |
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Major labels are greasy like Kentucky Fried Chicken |
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Gimme one rap career, hold the ass lickin |
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I'm sick of the bitchin (yup) |
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I'll send you players home like a baseball team with no pitchin |
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I hate to lose, I'm addicted to addition |
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Girl I brighten your life like nuclear fission |
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So gimme the life |
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If the punani tight it make you feel alright |
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But back to the mission |
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You couldn't hit if Jazze Pha, Kanye and Dre did the mixin |
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Your whole life is fiction |
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Like a fat girl in corduroys, too much friction |
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I got bags of green like Peggy Lipton |
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Be careful when you pick up this jam, it's heavy liftin |
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[Chorus: E-Swift] |
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Just do it |
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If you put your mind to it pursue it and do it |
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If you like to rhyme to the music then do it |
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Girl if you wanna grind to the music just do it |
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What? Just do it |
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Whatever it is, you wanna do it just do it |
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It's all on you, just follow through and do it |
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Ain't nobody holdin you back now, do it |
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What? Just do it, what? Just do it |
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[Tash] |
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Me and J-Ro hold the mic while E-Swift pumps the drums |
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We make it happen with the rappin while y'all niggaz bump y'all gums |
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For large sums of cash, CaTash'll wreck any party |
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Mic skills is real, I'll go head up with anybody |
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Bacardi party favorite, rockin all en-gage-a-ments |
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I ruined yo' engagement cause I left with who you came in with |
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My flow is so amazin it gets reviewers ravin |
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You niggaz keep repeatin, I come with new statements |
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Shine baby shine, cause it's the top of the line |
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Y'all keep rappin 'bout them nines 'til I pop you with mine |
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Make you stop on a dime, and then it's Miller Time, right then |
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I'm always standin out in a crowd, because I'm light-skinned |
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I might bend the rules, nah nigga, CaTash break 'em |
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It's easy meetin chicks, but it's hard as fuck to shake 'em |
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I take 'em to my house, I lay 'em flat on my couch |
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And they can blame it on the liquor while I'm diggin 'em out |
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[Chorus] |
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[E-Swift] |
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I know you wanna be like me, see what I see |
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But don't do what I do, try to be great |
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but be great bein you, you wanna get respect |
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you gotta pay yo' dues, play by the rules |
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And don't follow those fools |
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You wanna be gangster then you better have the tools |
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Semi-automatic, teardrop tattoos |
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And beef with crews y'all |
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Better have a seat, I'm the bearer of bad news |
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I ain't talkin shit I'm just droppin a few boos |
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My niggaz hold out arms like lady sings the blues |
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This ain't the same thing that you're used ta |
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I ain't sellin dope or braggin 'bout how many times I'ma shoot'cha |
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Niggaz can't hold me like D. Wade |
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Can't even count the times my highlights have been replayed |
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Rap SportsCenter, live with no delay |
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Everybody STAND THE FUCK UP when we say |
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[Chorus] |
