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Hahaha, yo, yo, yo, yo |
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You never met a nigga like me |
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Yo yo, have you ever seen a little dude |
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Who be doing what |
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I do? Uh huh, yo whoo! |
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Let's get at it dog, whoo! [Verse: Murphy Lee] |
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Now what goes up, must come down (shiiett) |
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But we ain't comin' down, it be them same ole' clowns |
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Aimin' ya pound pretendin' they proud |
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But when you leave town they go around they runnin' they mouth (maaann) |
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They somethin' like a hata man |
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Talkin' bad about a playa as if |
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I'm not gon' see ya lata man |
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You constantly frontin' until you confronted on |
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If you don't like what's goin' on gwoin to another song |
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Cause I keep a haa guilty |
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My cars and my money all alike man, both them filthy (get it?) |
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From skimpy and empty to fuel on full |
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See I be high when my car go |
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Bulls Obey no rules to school you fools |
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Schoolboy's err'y where, we're |
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Young Dude news (maann) |
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St. Louis like |
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Louis D. Miles and |
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Larry Hughes |
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And the Young |
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Dude done paid young dudes' dues dude [Chorus - repeat 2x] [JD:] |
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But yo, what da hook gon' be (Uh oh!) [ML:] |
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See I don't need no fuckin' hook on this beat (Shiieet) |
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All I need, is the track in the background |
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My headphones loud, keep the blunt goin 'round and |
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I'ma rip [Verse: Murphy Lee] |
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The sun'll come out.. tomorrow |
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And I will never have to borrow |
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Got my first car when |
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I turned sixteen |
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Only drove it home outta town limousines |
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Plus we was broke wit a deal but nobody could tell |
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So we did what we had to do for "Country Grammar" to sell |
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Haha, I stay on my own melodies |
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Plus I like my |
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Booties and my |
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Boobs like a capital letta ' |
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B' That's how it be, how it betta be |
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I preferably ratha have two or three girls in the bed wit me |
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Close your errs [ears] ma you ain't heard nothin' (whaa?) |
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I always pay ma let a brotha hold somethin' |
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I'm basically comin' from nothin' to somethin' |
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When I say nothin' meanin' pocket full of lint and buttons (We all we got!) |
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Used to be creative on |
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Halloween (how you gon'?) |
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Stop a hotta teen went from nada to a lot of things [Chorus] [Verse: Murphy Lee] |
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People always sayin' man it must be nice |
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No hi no nothin' not a simple house life |
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Understand the money's good but |
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I'm still from the hood |
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So don't be askin' for no "inch" be expectin' the "foot" |
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Unless you want a foot (whoo!) |
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I know a few crooks that can place you where you need to be put |
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And it might not cost me playa |
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Got a Benz peppa interia, paint salty playa |
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And we all push it, but me |
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I push it real good |
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Brains blown out, chromed out, wheel real wood |
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Catch me on ya local derrty |
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Or in the studio doin' vocals derrty |
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I'm the same dude that came through wit my crew |
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Let the girls do me while you do you |
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And um, all |
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I need is |
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JD beat to be bangin' |
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And I'll come up wit these verses that |
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I'm usually slangin' |
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I be ripping man [Chorus - to end] |
