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(Yee-haw)Lil' |
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Wyte's the name, there ain't a day pass |
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That I ain't in trouble, this changes the game |
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And turns a somersault to a double |
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They hating me now, |
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I vapped out and they gon' feel my rumble |
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But it is all gravy, |
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I'm running and ain't 'bouta stumble |
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Back off a few years and you will find some crooked decisions |
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I managed them clear and did not let them break down my vision |
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That's all |
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I don't need, somebody try'na stop what |
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I'm giving |
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But there's just too many hoes out there |
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To give one bitch my pimping |
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I'm bringing ya |
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MemphisI just joined the white rapper convention |
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Back in the day, |
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I blazed my hay and dreamed about recognition |
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But I done made it, they hate it |
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I love it because of |
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DJ Paul and |
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Juicy JI got so far from above it |
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Pushing and shoving |
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They don't know of that, |
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I'm posted on a regular |
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Good 'ole boy from around the way |
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Might be small but don't test me, brah |
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Question, brah, listen, brah, yes, that's what |
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I'm stressing, brah |
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Yes, that's me in your hood, 2 do' |
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Cutlass what |
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I'm flexing, brah |
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Jus' the good 'ole boys, hanging out getting high |
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Jus' the good 'ole boys, watching cops riding by |
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Jus' the good 'ole boys, sitting round drinking beer |
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Jus' the good 'ole boys, we was the clique the haters feared |
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Jus' the good 'ole boys, never really wanted blow |
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Jus' the good 'ole boys was overloaded on that dro |
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Jus' the good 'ole boys, 2 doo' |
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Cutlass what we flexing |
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Jus' the good 'ole boys, if you in the road |
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You better move, we com'n yo direction |
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Don't let yo window catch a cloud, |
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I'm as high as you |
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I know you wish this song would keep on bumping |
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Through a pound or point 2 |
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But it's all good, it's gonna go off |
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Like everything that goes up comes down |
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I make sounds come out my mouf |
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Then put now snawls to make 'em melt |
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Watch me guarantee the game nothing but some ****ing pain |
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Put cyanide in syringes and inject it in they veins |
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Threw up on the league the hardest music |
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Memphis seen in a while |
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Hit me quick wit |
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Triple 6 and then let out ' |
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Mystic Style' |
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I was hook and good 'ole boys like me was catching the vibe |
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I survive, |
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I strive, now look at me, |
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I'm all in the sky |
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Keep in mind, |
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I was the one overlooked alla the times |
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Deep inside, |
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I thought that |
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I was the one never would rise |
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Here I am, |
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I'm spitting it out and bringing it to ya today |
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Ain't no gangsta, just a |
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Bay Area represento |
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Wit something to say |
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So if you want me, come get me, y'kno where |
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I'm atI'm prolly there right now but there's no way good 'ole boy |
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Like me go out without my crown now |
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Jus' the good 'ole boys, hanging out getting high |
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Jus' the good 'ole boys, watching cops riding by |
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Jus' the good 'ole boys, sitting round drinking beer |
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Jus' the good 'ole boys, we was the clique the haters feared |
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Jus' the good 'ole boys, never really wanted blow |
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Jus' the good 'ole boys was overloaded on that dro |
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Jus' the good 'ole boys, 2 doo' |
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Cutlass what we flexing |
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Jus' the good 'ole boys, if you in the road |
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You better move, we com'n yo direction |
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It's like this, good 'ole boys |
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I don't get what they can out this game |
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Whether we are down in our slums or we on top of this thang' |
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Cuz I've got some real ones rolling with me down for the cause |
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Even if the situation get sticky, they ain't 'bouta pause |
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So I must watch over my fleet and lead 'em all inta victory |
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Mystery, how did |
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I get here? |
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All the rest is just history |
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Liberty is what |
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I'm seeking to get away from misery |
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Mess with me, you'll be ****ed up 'cuz |
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I'll let out inner energy |
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Never was a problem child, always kept up with the game |
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The slang and somehow everyone in the hood knew my name |
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It ain't my fault, it made me to be something that you ain't |
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It is my fault, |
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I'm doing something that y'kno you can't |
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Man, I remember getting drunk, drinking my self unda the flo' |
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Reminiscing of throwing up, making love to the commode |
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I did my dirt, didn't |
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I get caught and still serf birds in the end |
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But that's all right 'cuz all |
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I needs, my little girl and my pen |
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Jus' the good 'ole boys, hanging out getting high |
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Jus' the good 'ole boys, watching cops riding by |
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Jus' the good 'ole boys, sitting round drinking beer |
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Jus' the good 'ole boys, we was the clique the haters feared |
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Jus' the good 'ole boys, never really wanted blow |
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Jus' the good 'ole boys was overloaded on that dro |
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Jus' the good 'ole boys, 2 doo' |
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Cutlass what we flexing |
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Jus' the good 'ole boys, if you in the road |
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You better move, we com'n yo direction |
