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(nature) |
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Do you see what I see? |
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Do you smoke what I smoke? |
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Do you wanna smoke? |
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Do you wanna ride? |
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Yeah aiyyo aiyyo |
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When I walk into a room, niggas feel a slight breeze |
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Stay a little while till they feel they might freeze |
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Never understood why they never liked me |
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'cause when I locked the door, they turned into to icees |
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Starin at my feet all you see is nikes |
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Bet you never seen a ill pair like these |
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Size ten, never find me in a tight squeeze |
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At the airport, minutes before my flight leaves |
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Round trip tickets to who knows where |
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Stay boarding, never at least a day's warning |
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Previous plans, they spoiling |
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A dollar and a dream, the theme to new york, stay torrance |
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>from st. john's to wake forest, wait for us |
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Straight ballers, you hearin it first |
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Nate flawless in almost every event |
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Puttin up point, while niggas like y'all stay scoreless |
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(chorus) |
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All my niggas from the projects, light one up |
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To my bitches from the projects, light one up |
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And stay high, high |
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And pass me a cup of that good shit (so high), |
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We on some hood shit (so high) |
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Niggas from the projects, light one up |
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To my bitches from the projects, light one up |
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And stay high, high |
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And pass me a cup of that good shit (so high), |
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We on some hood shit (so high) |
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(nas) |
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What's me without the hood? |
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A tree without wood, a dutch wit no bud |
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A cut wit no blood |
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A f**k but don't nut, I be incomplete |
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If me and the street wasn't in between the sheets |
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I'm a product of hard luck, the money and murder game |
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Here's nature, kill a faker, man you heard of the name |
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>from the cold streets of qb, old beef to new beef |
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No peace, through the song, what I see you see |
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(nature) |
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Mad bitches wanna smoke wit me |
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Niggas wanna roll wit me |
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Usually in my hood, find me in yo' city |
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Grimy-ette so pretty, it's like there's two me's |
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Wit no favorites, I try to love both of me |
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Thinkin of a way where I can better myself |
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Sometimes I get a head of myself |
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Holdin weed wit intention, frontin like I got it prescribed |
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So high I must be outta my mind |
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Chorus |
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(nature) |
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It's like hoppin in a glass pool, half full |
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Niggas only hit the bottom when they crash through |
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Mash fools out like they fast food |
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Bon' appetit, platinum or not, it ain't no match for me |
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I sum niggas whole careers up, scared tough niggas |
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Bluff niggas into thinkin that their year's up |
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It ain't a game, took six months off, the shit jumps off |
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Mini-me's are gettin punched in they jaw |
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My dunn call this shit animal rap |
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Me, I call it dumbin |
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My near-sighted niggas saw it comin |
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More stunnin, brand new flows to toy wit |
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Neck flooded on some hurricane floyd shit |
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Back and forth to st. crouix kid, same plan |
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Playin sega dreamcast till the plane lands |
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A changed man, niggas don't know, they never will |
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And if they don't understand, then they ain't fam, simple as that |
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Chorus 2x |
