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[Bone] Nah nah nah nahhh |
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[E-40] The giant mayne |
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[Bone] Nah na-na nah nahhh |
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[E-40] E-40 |
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[Bone] Ah-ha, nah nah nah nahh |
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[E-40] Bone Crusher |
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[Bone] Thug niggaz be |
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[E-40] Cotton Mouf |
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[Bone] Actin like they tough and thangs y'know |
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[Bone] And I chuckle at 'em |
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[Bone] I don't think they wanna fight me! |
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[Bone] They don't wanna have no tussle situations |
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[Bone] Hahahaha, this is fightin music |
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[Bone] And let's do this like this! |
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[Chorus 2X: Bone Crusher] |
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It's on, nigga! Nah nah nah nahh (ha) |
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Nah na-na nah nahhh (ha? HA!) |
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Nah nah nah nahh (HA!!) |
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Nah na-na nah nahhh - NIGGA SAY WHAT? |
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[Bone Crusher] |
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Who want it? Let the, beating begin |
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Hubba Bubba mother****ers where will the trickery end |
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I'M A FAT BOY! Master self within |
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Punishment is handed out, from the anvil's bend |
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This ain't for play niggaz so, hoe-nigga pray |
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that I don't see yo' ass on judgment day |
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Before God get'cha I'ma cleave ya and butch' ya |
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Oh you scared now nigga, do you need a tissue? |
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YOU BITCH NIGGA! |
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[Chorus] |
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[E-40] |
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We hard on the boulevard |
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Marijuana prescriptions, fake ID's and cannabis club cards |
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We some hitters, y'all some snitches |
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Pillow-talkin and sellin wolf tickets |
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Runnin off at the mouth, hidin up in the house |
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Scared like a mouse I presume, young tycoon |
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Hidin up under the sink, runnin from the streetsweeper boom |
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Plead the fifth is what I sip as I drink, and sip 'gnac |
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Hard top Cadillac, fo'-door tank |
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You tryin to get brownie points |
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Him feelin himself, him off incredibles |
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But now check this though |
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Potnah ain't gon' crack an egg in a potato salad vegetables |
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Somebody call my attorney |
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cause he gon' be leavin up outta here on a gurney |
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Takin my kindness for all kind of weakness |
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gotta let him know I ain't phony |
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I'm into, feudin tycoonin and bossin, flossin and sippin |
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Tryin to holla at a broad but her boyfriend over there trippin |
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Cause she done, broke up with his ass cause he lazy and good for nothin |
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I'm a hustlin-ass street nigga that's really about somethin - BEOTCH! |
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[Chorus] |
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[Cotton Mouf] |
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Hoe it's on mother****er quit bumpin your gums |
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All that low-rate talk, need to check your funds |
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'Fore you make a sammich potnah need to toast your buns |
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Hell I want the whole loaf while you're fightin for crumbs |
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Real niggaz to the flo', hoe-niggaz hit the do' |
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By the time I hit the scene I'm lookin for the good smoke |
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Boy I'm lookin for that bitch that got the hot throat |
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Hell I'm from G.A. bitch, better act like you know |
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[Chorus] |
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[Chorus] - this time without "It's on, nigga" either repeat |
