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One, two... (One, one, one, one, one, two) |
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holdin hold holdin holdin hold holdin holdin hold holdin it down |
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...()... |
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We makin Polk folk music, something to roll to |
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This is for my homies in the Cadillac |
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Makin Polk folk music, Polk folk music |
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All my neighbourhood home boys around |
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makin Polk folk music, something to roll to |
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This is for my homies in the Cadillac |
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Makin Polk folk music, Polk folk music |
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All my neighbourhood home boys around |
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When I'm walking down the street, I'm just doin my thang |
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I'm singin in the shower like I sing in the rain |
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I'm blessed with every hour, second, day |
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I could take a breath, refresh to free |
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And better yet, me, true to my name |
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Kev Nish on a Sunday, who wanna play |
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Flip flops and socks, reeboks and tank tops |
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Hot dogs, coleslaw and my old boombox |
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Pumpin old hip hop, 5 dog, snoop dogg, Tim dog |
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Then call my pops, waddup dog |
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LA, ain't the same less, |
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I'm a do me, we can do we, individuality |
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Hustle for cheese |
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Struggle to feed |
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I'm a give a dollar for you, nothin deep |
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I could pop my collar for you, pass me the green |
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I'm a write a lyric or two, that's doin me |
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We makin Polk folk music, something to roll to |
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This is for my homies in the Cadillac |
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Makin Polk folk music, Polk folk music |
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All my neighbourhood home boys around |
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makin Polk folk music, something to roll to |
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This is for my homies in the Cadillac |
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Makin Polk folk music, Polk folk music |
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All my neighbourhood home boys around |
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I got soul man |
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I'm ice cold man |
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I make em old man |
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Cos I'm an old man |
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I got my own plans, my own shoes to fill |
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They laced up and I'm dressed to kill |
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Ugh, strollin down the boulevard |
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Honeys in their car drivin by lookin hella hot |
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Pumpin out their whip, Chargin out like a credit card |
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Diggin out my style even tho I ain't livin large |
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I'm a superstar but my cash on layway |
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Keep it sideline while I do things my way |
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Cos I know in time, I'm a boss like the quanray? |
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I'm standin on my own two homies so life's great |
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I'm sittin side ways right hand on the steering wheel |
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On the freeway switchin lanes, do it how I feel |
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I ain't lookin for advice, so keep your lips sealed |
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I'm just doin me, do you and that's real |
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We makin Polk folk music, something to roll to |
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This is for my homies in the Cadillac |
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Makin Polk folk music, Polk folk music |
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All my neighbourhood home boys around |
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makin Polk folk music, something to roll to |
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This is for my homies in the Cadillac |
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Makin Polk folk music, Polk folk music |
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All my neighbourhood home boys around |
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Raise your head to the sky |
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Cos we lacin the funk |
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We intertwine, you and I |
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Let me say it enough |
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Now spread it round the table |
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Coz I'm sick of the bluff |
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Drippin in my neighbourhood |
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hold your three fingers up. |
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I come in peace from the east |
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and my smile is free. |
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Don't be afraid, do the same |
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Instead of pressin delete |
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I got faces to meet |
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And many places to see |
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I'll gather friends around the world |
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If I wanna change scenes |
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Homie check these Steele |
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I stroll at my own pace |
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In Retro Nikes I've come a long way |
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Looking fresh to debts |
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Looking for skirts to chase |
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Coz I love the females like I love LA |
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Aye, I see this lady along to right |
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So I approach closer |
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I need to say Hi |
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Know this chick got baggage |
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Cos she definitely fly |
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I'm just doin me |
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Later I'll be doin you right. |
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Relax your mind and |
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let your concious be free |
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Relax your mind and |
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Move to the melody |
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Relax your mind and |
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Let your soul be free |
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Do you like we do |
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Coz imma do me. |
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Relax your mind and |
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let your concious be free |
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Relax your mind and |
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Move to the melody |
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Relax your mind and |
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Let your soul be free |
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Do you like we do |
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Coz imma do me. |
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We makin Polk folk music, something to roll to |
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This is for my homies in the Cadillac |
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Makin Polk folk music, Polk folk music |
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All my neighbourhood home boys around |
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makin Polk folk music, something to roll to |
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This is for my homies in the Cadillac |
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Makin Polk folk music, Polk folk music |
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All my neighbourhood home boys around |
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Relax, re re re relax |
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Re re re re re relax |
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Yea yea yea yea, ugh |
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Yea yea yea yea |
