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[Yummy] I never can say goodbye |
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No no n-no |
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I, never can say goodbye |
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I, I don't know the rest [Posdonus] |
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We those pros, we never procrastinate (ah) |
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Them guardians they shouldn't let you get past the gate |
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Watch out dawg, the watchdog's showin his teeth (Guess you bit too much shit) they bitin your beat |
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While I speak from experience, hunger and hurt |
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And a little bit of hate from niggaz doin me dirt |
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I just wash it all out with |
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Tide and show love to those who ride with me while |
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I'm puttin in work [Butta Verses] |
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Full-timin it, 8:30 to 6, the graveyard shift |
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The three months before the benefits hit |
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But my position went temp' to perm' |
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I sat and listened like an intern watchin who applied get fired |
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Now I'm sittin in the break room, they gotta make room (make room) |
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My paper stacks, put staples through 'em |
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So I can keep my money together |
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Some die-hard fans just don't want it like, "Put Pos back on it" [Posdonus] |
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I'm back on it, that's why you never disappointed |
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We give you what we live through for real (for real) |
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Don't own a crown but |
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I'm royalty |
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And tryin to see the royalty checks about a half a mil' |
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Whether off or on the chart, my cuts grips your heart (You know we got you open) like your gut splits apart |
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I never pass the buck, my shoulder holds the weights |
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So don't beef when we don't pass collection plates [Butta Verses] |
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I don't give money, |
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I don't support the needy |
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Schooled in |
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America, taught to be greedy |
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And everything ought to be, easy |
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But I never could say goodbye to my friends who get high |
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I wonder why, |
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I'm rockin with that guy, it's serious |
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Still make him cry when the satire's hilarious |
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Cold for your areas, flows come in various shapes and sizes so hot that you despise it [Chorus: Dove] + (Yummy) |
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Never last up to bat (no no no no) |
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These skills we don't lack (no no no no) |
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We never fall and pray (no no n-no no) |
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Make all the ladies say (ooh ooh baby) |
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You can't knock the hustle - not at all (no no no no) |
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Can't be budged by your muscle (no no no no) |
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Never ridin on |
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E (no no n-no no) |
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It's De La and |
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Butta V (drive you crazy) [Posdonus] |
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Yo, if you are what you eat; some of you cats heads between your girl's legs a lot cause y'all act too sweet (Go brush your teeth!) |
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Then after that |
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Put in a little more practice on your rhymin attack |
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What you write's not the least bit hot |
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Maybe cause your wrist is so cold from all that ice you cop |
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Hate to hate a playa but you know what? |
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I still smother ya like cheese and rockin leaves freshly cut [Butta Verses] |
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And we the steak and potatoes and |
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De La's the greatest |
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And ladies be on the floor thankin the |
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Lord that |
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He made us |
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I'm tellin you, |
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I swoop her like a pelican do |
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You sayin - look at that pelican fly; you spittin gelatin rhymes |
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They shaky as shit, ugly in the mold you fit |
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We the square peg on the round hole, sound's soulful |
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Your imitation flavor is tofu |
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It's true we make our bed all day, and we are.. [Posdonus] .. the world of rap! |
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Take you back in the days of all four hundred ways that people lack |
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It's that (what) authentic, big-nosed mic music |
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Four to five survive all night to it |
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I'm tryin to keep up with my |
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Jones' and |
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Thomas' 'til |
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I'm broke like them |
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New Year's |
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Eve promises |
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And that's alright, |
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I just penned another sixteen to fill my bank account with the mixed greens [Butta Verses] |
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Moms want 5's and 10's |
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The girls |
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I got is 9's and 10's, |
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VH1 "Behind The Pens" |
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You anticipate greatness from elder statesmen |
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I ch-ch-ch- |
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AHH, like |
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Biz Mark' or |
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Jason I bust one shot just to start the racing |
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The tortoise and the hare, which one there is chasin? |
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Slow and steady, we already |
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Andretti Get ticket take parades, waves and confetti and.. [Chorus] w/ minor variations [Pos] |
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Come on y'all [Yummy: repeat 4X] |
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If the Soul keeps rockin, the streets will keep rockin |
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If the streets keep rockin, the |
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Soul will keep rockin |
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If the streets stop rockin, the |
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Soul will keep rockin |
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If the Soul keeps rockin, the streets will keep rockin |
