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I got a head, but ain't no screws in it. |
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Roll up and get swoll up. |
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Hold up. |
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How ya gonna play me like a sunkin dunkin donut? |
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I ain't came a long way to get checked |
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So give me respect when I get wreck or get your motha ****in chin |
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check. |
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Once again, it's your friend outta Oakland. |
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Hoping I rock the shit to get ya open. |
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Say your looking for some real shit. |
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Then catch a funkdified batch. |
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Like that!! |
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Oakland's on the map. |
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Tupac is on the big screen strivin. |
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Gotta love a nigga for survivin. |
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I wear alot of old schools jewels. |
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Look how the fools drool. Ooohh. |
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Stop lookin at me hard cuz your buffer. |
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But I'll just buck then bigger motha ****as. |
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Turnin men to suckas. |
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Niggas wanna start a little ruckus. |
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Better duck cuz I'll be poundin them motha ****as. |
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They wanna throw their hands up. Thats tight. |
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Hit em wit my eight. Never had shit left, right. |
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Then hit em wit the uppercut. Duck quick. |
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Shit outta luck. ****ed and stuck with that rough shit. |
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**** a pop song, **** video, **** Arsenio, **** the radio. |
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Do you hear me though? |
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Give a holla to my niggas in the pen. |
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And my murderous parteners wit their Mac 10's. |
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I represent the real cuz I'm ill, G. |
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Glock cocked and then they kill me. |
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I'm representin'. |
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Peace to Redman, Tretch, Vin Rock, K-G the great one |
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Mary J. Blidge, Pete Rock and sure you're late son. |
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Heavy D, CL Smooth, and Queen Latifah. |
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Too Short, Tony Toni Tone, |
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And the Special motha ****a, Ed Lover, the Tribe, A Tribe Called Quest, |
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Jungle Brothas. Das Efx, EPMD, and Ice Cube. |
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House of Pain: funky blunted ass white dudes |
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Cypress Hill, yeah, the ill niggas. |
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Digital Underground: my real niggas. |
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Raw Fusion, all in house confusion. |
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Wickeder than most men: Spice 1 and Pooh Man. |
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TLC, Eric B rockin, then Scarface. |
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Stretch, Mad K-Low, pumpin the scars bass. |
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Thorough Heads, Poonannynans, the Click. |
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E-40 the Governor and Richie Rich. |
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Young Guns in the house pumpin the flava. |
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DJ Ditch for their behavior. |
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Off the head, my freestyle flow. |
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Just a couple of motha ****as that I know. |
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I'm strictly representin |
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1 motha ****a, 2 motha ****a, 3 motha ****as, |
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Damn, who did I forget? |
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I'm a soulja. |
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Daddy was a soulja. |
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Strong in the struggle. |
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Must contend so it's on. |
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Raised in a house full of bad motha ****as. |
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Mad motha ****as. |
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Never had so we grab from the stacked motha ****as. |
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Now they know me, the homies. |
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Raised by some crazed ass well payed OG's. |
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Ah shit! |
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Pulled up in a benzy, snatch. |
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The wheel as I peel out. Catch a cop's tail. |
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Rock shells hit. Raise a fist so they know to make a hit. |
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Can I flip it? I may get wicked as I rip it. |
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To get specific: If the shoe fits, then kick it. |
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It's for the gifted. Pump your fist if you wit it. |
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Here's your ticket to see Mr. Wicked rip shit. |
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Now they wanna maime me. |
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(Told ya) |
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All I wanted to be was a soulja. |
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Bang bang boogy it's stick up. |
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Quit now nigga, eat a dick up. |
