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Intro: Yogi |
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Aiyo tonight |
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Ain't no more bitches |
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Ain't no more hoes |
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No freaks, no niggas |
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No gun sligin, right about now |
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Tonight only, yo, we just gonna ride |
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[Chorus x2: Yogi] |
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Loungin' wit my Cru uptown |
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With the drop town down, with the funky sounds |
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Chillin with my peoples, and tomorrow there's gonna be a sequel |
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[Yogi (The Mighty Ha)] |
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Aiyo I like it when the pools, Mark B. representin |
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Beautiful ladies callin out cross pimpin |
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Blastin phone numbers, baggin off to the other |
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Findin out later that's ya man baby mother |
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Sippin henecy, everyone lookin jiggy |
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Buy a bag of smoke, hydro, get the fitty |
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Wanna roller skate, ring style, extra glide |
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Hit it to the bounce, say ride (where we at?) |
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The Cru on the desert, Mecca, Medina |
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(Hum do love) Oh you never heard of Nina |
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Gotta a lotta things he end up doin, baby |
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Nuff to make a nuh, go crazy |
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Take a minute, pause for a group flick |
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Cru and the Gucci don called Mark Pitts |
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And the whole fleet of uptowns |
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Harlem Nights, Bronx Bombers and a bunch of four pounders |
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I like how it feels, I like how it keeps it sureal, for real |
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And yo how I like how I put shit together |
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(So what's your deal for?) Aiyo I'm down for whateva |
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[Chorus x2] |
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[Chadeeo (The Mighty Ha)] |
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Back of my building, the park green benches |
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Nails bein chewed by the white clean dentures |
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Shh, No kid is him in the ears |
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Warm my lap, a head with no hair |
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Beats freestylin, but all we can talk |
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Rhymin with force, till the jokes get corpsed |
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Tools on my waist, and a frown on my face |
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Just in case the enemy tries to bring a base |
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The kid to be a waste, after a taste |
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Of the hot lid, which is mercury laced |
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In the neighborhood, so far, so good |
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Somebody gotta be up to no good |
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Shots fired on Watson Avenue |
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Where they won't hesitate, shoot me, stabbin you (True) |
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That's aight, every night they be blowin |
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Keep their glock hot while we keep the cash flowin |
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It's another Cru, that's two in the system |
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Thinkin of E and Squirrel, how much is missed 'em |
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But I'mma stay sounded, my peeps is around |
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Cuz of them I keeps my feet on solid ground |
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[Chorus x4] |
