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'cause I'ma smack this muthaf**ka, back up |
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'cause I'ma smack this muthaf**ka, back up |
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'cause I'ma smack this muthaf**ka, back up |
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'cause I'ma smack this muthaf**ka |
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See me creepin through the bushes hunch back and barefooted |
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Got some beer in my system, I barely can bare wit it |
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When its drama out there; stay smooth, stay smooth |
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When my click need me, yo I move, yo I move |
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It ain't funny, see when ya f**kin wit my people |
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Got the fo fo, buckin it slow I'm so evil |
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Shit stand up, hold this |
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See I control this, hemisphere |
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Makin this clear, and stood focused |
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Was born broke, so ya ice dont entice me |
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Eatin chinese food, my juice wasnt icy |
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I'm still papi, and I ain't change for shit |
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I been out for four days, I ain't change for shit |
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Yo saluchi, take ya shit god and rock gucci |
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Ghetto style no couffi, smoke loosi |
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Hit the block wit the new uzi |
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Seven fourty five live gettin new coochie |
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Hit the hood like the windmill and spin out quick |
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It wont stop till I cake out shit (oh god) |
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[Chorus: repeat 2X] |
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I got some sons fa you, and some runnas to run fa you |
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They on the block all day (ay yooo) |
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She on the block all day (ay yoooo) |
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We on the block all day (ay yoooo) |
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I got some Henny in my system the half is startin ta hit me |
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If I brawl in the club my boys'll brawl wit me |
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(clears throat), niggas wanna see me foul |
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F**kin hatas you should see me now, switch the topic |
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We was friends but I told shorty (ay yooo) |
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Dont you get up in this Benz shorty (ay yooo) |
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And you know i'll f**k ya friends shorty (ay yooo) |
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And they ain't get no ens shorty (ay yooo) |
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See niggas, they want my name next to Kurt Cobain |
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But I dont sniff cocaine, I sniff propane |
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Keep me gassed up, and I'm keepin my cash up |
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Shorty give me too much brains, keepin me assed up (ohhhh) |
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So if you wit it I can hit it and go |
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And call you from the hood later when I'm huggin a ho |
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You see, ain't nothin funny man, all about my money man |
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Dressed up like a rabbit told the bitch that she in bunny land |
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You see that popper got her feelin herself |
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Literally god she feelin herself (oh god) |
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[Chorus] |
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Back up, 'cause I'ma smack this muthaf**ka |
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Back up, 'cause I'ma smack this muthaf**ka |
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Back up, 'cause I'ma smack this muthaf**ka |
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Back up, 'cause I'ma smack this muthaf**ka |
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Back up, 'cause I'ma smack this muthaf**ka |
