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(Russell Lee) |
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Yeah, Yeah |
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I'm a spit some of this real game |
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Some real shit |
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Some real talk |
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Na, na |
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Whoa-oh, Whoa |
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(Richie Rich) |
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Ugh, check my watch |
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Check my chain |
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It's simple and plain |
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The Chevy wit the blew out brains |
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As I bounce and mash |
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Count this cash |
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Floss and flash |
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Cop and blow a zip wit Bash |
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Since everything is big in Texas then where's the zag's? |
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I'm a cross the finish line |
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Tell me where's the flags? |
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Brought my rag top |
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Should have brought the Jag |
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On the beach me and Beesh |
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Look at all this ass |
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I could tell you stories but can show you cash |
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Give you game and secrets that I know you'll pass |
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To the next playa hater |
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And he'll break like glass |
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Now I got a bunch of people digging' through my pads |
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So I choose to floss |
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Cuz who's the boss, let's ink it |
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It's Richie Rich for those who thought re-think it |
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Some yell it and tell it |
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I blow it and smoke it and smell it |
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Let's spend tokens wit my people who sell it, what? |
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(Chorus): Russell Lee |
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I can show you better than I can tell ya, tell ya |
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I can show you better than I can tell ya, tell ya |
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I can show you better than I can tell ya, whoa yeah |
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But it's really nothin' though (But it's really nothin' though) |
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But it's really nothin' though (But it's really nothin' though) |
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(Baby Bash) |
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I could show you somethin' dirty deep up in them corners mayne |
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What the deal? |
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I could bend the block and make it hotter than a Forman grill |
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I got the keys to the Chevy Caprice |
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I could show you mother ****in' snitches straight to Belize |
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Now that's low |
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Fa sho', conspiracy and parole |
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I could show you real cats doin' time over a ho |
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I could show you poor and happy, or rich one's that lose they mind |
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I could show you dime pieces in school fashion design |
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I could show you street lights and heart beak hotels |
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I could show you young cats gettin' popped wit yayo |
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Down to do what I gotta do to satisfy the man in me |
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And from the looks of thangs the popo's ain't understandin' me |
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The original digital scale reader |
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The pedigree playa who be stackin' his Velveeta |
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I could show you boss stuntin' so ****in' disgustin' |
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I could show you rapper's frontin' but mayne it's really nothin' |
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(Chorus) |
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(A-Wax) |
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I could show you |
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I could reach you and teach you |
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I know you and where you comin' from |
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I understand it |
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This been goin' on forever dog |
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It's no end |
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Life is like a bullet in your back from a close friend |
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Disappointed to the point where I'm runnin' by myself |
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Never knowin' where I'm goin' start to wonder myself, yeah |
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Money was a necessity |
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My greed got the best of me |
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You think you smokin' Uncle B |
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Who got the recipe? |
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I'm sayin' it's nothin' |
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I say it sincerely, and speakin' clearly |
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I'd rather you respect me than fear me |
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I came a long way and still I got a while to go |
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You probably thinkin' to yourself "What's he smilin' for?" |
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My dog Bash about to be platinum doin' his thang |
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So if you hate him for it, boy you fakin' and know it |
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We takin' this money |
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Big bundles of bills |
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I'm like a whole 'nother person when it come to this skrill |
