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Smokin... |
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Hey! |
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[J-Ro] |
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I'm a lik, your a lik |
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Everybody on that shit |
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Everybody wanna get |
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All fucked up |
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I'm a lik, your a lik |
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Everybody on that shit |
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Everybody wanna get |
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All fucked up |
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[J-Ro] |
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Ladies shake it up |
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Mackin'-Ro shakedown |
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I shake the ground |
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When I roll through your town |
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I shake my glass of cognac with ice |
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I shake dice |
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I shake niggaz with bad advice |
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Bullet comin at ya like rice at a wedding |
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Lace you with a fresh white hospital bedding |
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Liks are westcoast veterans |
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You weak like the Bengals |
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Soft like mangos and rainbows |
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I train hos to love me |
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Only gotta rub me |
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I make the whole world wanna pop that bubbly |
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And by the way, I'm Al |
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Al-co-holic |
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I act a fool and frolic |
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Till I hurl in the toilet |
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J-Ro dangerously |
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Givin you brain surgery |
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Like a drunken doctor |
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Drunken mic-rocker |
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The hos mouth smell like cock, uh |
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I should sock ya |
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And lock ya |
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In a room with nothing but bread and vodka |
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(Ha!) |
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[Chorus] |
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Can't you see |
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I'm losing my mind |
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Goin' Crazy |
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Over this hip-hop, hey! |
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Can't you see that |
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I'm losing my mind, again |
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(Tash) Say what? |
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Over this hip-hop, hey! |
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[Tash] |
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I'm back at-ch ya |
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Ca-tash-tra |
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Spy master with a deuce-deuce |
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I bump heads with rappers |
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Tryin to knock them niggaz screws lose |
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So come watch the fireworks, believe me its a trip |
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While Tash will fry ya extra crispy, like Stevie's on the strip |
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I never rap typical |
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I might change the topic, though |
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Rap about the ghetto then I switch to something tropical |
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Fuckin' wit ya opticals |
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I jump right out ya screen |
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Make your woman do the splits, put a rip up in the jeans |
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'Cuz Calvin Klein's |
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No friend of mine |
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But I be fuckin with his dimes on the billboard signs |
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Rhymnes shine like spotlights on inmates at San Quentin |
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E-Swift bang the tracks, make the hottest jams written |
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Sittin' in the dark |
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Flows sprark the light |
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If you drunk while you rappin time to park your mic |
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It's like this, muthafuckers |
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Time for all y'all to peep the flow |
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Y'all goin' crazy now |
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I lost my mind like 3 weeks ago |
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Feelin' like a UFO |
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Everybody stop and stare |
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Fresh out the chair |
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On "Who Wants to be a Millionaire" |
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Time for us to take it there |
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Peep what we showing you |
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You goin' crazy now |
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We know what the fuck you goin' through |
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[Chorus] |
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Can't you see |
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I'm losing my mind |
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Goin' Crazy |
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Over this hip-hop, hey! |
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Can't you see that |
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I'm losing my mind, again |
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(J-Ro) Yo! |
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Over this hip-hop, hey! |
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[J-Ro] |
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Yo, Swift twist the beat that hit hard like Tyson squabbles |
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Ain't a drunk, my motto rowdy as the game module |
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Me and my apostles, puff and breathe through nostrils |
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Honeys peel Milano |
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Wanna ride this colossal |
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Might find me and Tash, in a green El Dorado |
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With some models that gobble |
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South-side Chicago |
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Might be poppin' bottles |
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Rocky Mountains, Colorado |
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Or Harlem world |
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Poppin' collars up in the Apollo |
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Goin'crazy |
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[Tash] |
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Crazy, crazy, crazy |
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Them niggaz lookin jealous |
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'Cuz y'all niggaz can't blaze me |
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Page me on battle night |
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We'll do it via sattelite |
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Channel 2, Pay-per-view |
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I'll serve you without a mic |
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Leave your eyes without a face |
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Disappear without a trace |
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Last seen in outer-space |
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You all in court without a case |
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Don't fight it |
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The Liks is united |
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They say we broke up but every story's two-sided |
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(Nigga...) |
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Can't you see |
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I'm losing my mind |
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Goin' Crazy |
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Over this hip-hop, hey! |
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Can't you see that |
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I'm losing my mind, again |
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Over this hip-hop, hey! |
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[J-Ro] |
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Niggaz goin' berserk |
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Yeah, uh huh, uh huh |
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[Uh huh] uh-huh |
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Niggaz need |
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Niggaz need a new drug |
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One that don't make ya sick |
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One that don't make ya throw-up |
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One that don't make ya sleepy |
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One that don't make ya beat up on your kids |