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(feat. Anthony Hamilton) |
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[Yogi] |
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Now how you feel about the C R U kid you know the deal |
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Flowin like a flow with my heart like steel |
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Doin how we do, then we bring it to ya face to let the |
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Haters know the real |
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So chill, and bring ya corny act to the flow |
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And shake ya money maker for the big Y.O. |
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With the Mighty Ha and the one Chadeeo |
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It's time to set it open, bum rush ya radio |
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[Chadeeo] |
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Aiyo get a little closer, the A plus material |
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Lords imperial carryin gills with no serials |
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For protection when I'm in foreign sections |
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Wrong directions can have me locked in corrections |
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With constant erections and affections |
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Visions of different females in my reflections |
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Roll in silence, how the real one's move |
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Commando, that's Marlon Brando's move |
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[Yogi] |
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Yo it's the Y.O.G.I. uptown's big digga |
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Hit ya with the rhythm that make that back quiver |
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Comin with that hit upnorth doin one |
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Playas want me to feel, but yo it's just begon |
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Yo Berra, uptown serra |
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Get a little closer, just to hear a little clearer |
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Cla clack, now back ya stuff up, that's what I told ya |
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Run the ghetto unions, the offical car holda |
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[Chadeeo] |
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It goes one for the uhhs, two for the ahhs |
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Three for those up in luxurious cars |
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The C the R the U, Cru that's the fullest |
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Spittin butter with the force gun spit bullets |
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One third of the C R U what ya want? |
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On the head hunt, the first of every month |
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Placin emphasys on the butter flow |
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Rippin microphones, yo u know how we go |
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[Chorus: Anthony Hamilton] |
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Pay attention, are you listenin |
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Cru is in the house |
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And live in New York City all the way down south |
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Sippin Baci, countin money |
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Honeys everywhere |
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So meet me on the dance floor |
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The pictures just been recleared |
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So everybody on the floor |
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And don't disturb this Cru |
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It's the way to show that I'm so into Cru |
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And the feelin so don't disturb this Cru |
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[Yogi] |
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We goin uptown, we goin uptown |
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Everybody, we goin uptown |
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Now this is the way we walk and we stalk |
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Time to get are swerm when the bottle uncork |
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Straight from New York, lay back, mellow |
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With the butter shit that get ya hype like Crystello |
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[Chadeeo] |
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Aiyo I'm mannin my position, I declare war |
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And when the battle's done, tally up the score |
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So bear ya arms, grab ya Lucky Charms |
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Or get direct hits from Napalm Bombs |
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[Yogi] |
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Feel it cuz my Cru's comin down the line |
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We was makin moves, now we doin fine |
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My peoples on the Isle wanna press rewind |
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Check us in the day room if ya doin time |
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[Chadeeo] |
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Remember yo we dices, slices in the crisis |
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Everybody's battlin to see who's the nicest |
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Really doesn't matter, cuz sounds we splatter |
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Spit crowns and jet, no one does it phatter |
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[Chorus] |
