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...yo muggs, make it rough. |
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So many fools swingin' from my sack, |
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Let's talk about the one who had my back! |
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Down in the west coast, so lemme kick it |
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To the motherfucker who calls himself wicked! |
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No rest, no peace! no sleep, |
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Doughboy rolling down the hill 'cause it's so steep! |
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Jackson... lemme figure out the name, |
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Jack 'cause you be stealing other niggaz game! |
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But i'm the wrong nigga you wanna fuck with |
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On my dick so hard, now ya wanna suck it! |
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Go on the head, gobble up the nuts, |
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Get your lips ready & tear this motherfucker up! |
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Talk about ezy, correct yourself. |
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Cube, better step back & check yourself! |
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Hmmm... let's talk about this |
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First solo album on the east coast dick! |
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The east coast niggaz all showed ya love, |
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Especially the one known as king sun! |
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He tried to warn us niggaz aboutcha |
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But nobody would listen, even started dissin' |
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Two albums later, you callin' my crew, |
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All because ya wannabe cypress cube! |
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Shoulda known you couldn't hang in the alley, |
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Good boy went to school out in the valley. |
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Fuck it, lemme make this understood, |
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Speakin' on mama's little boy n da hood! |
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No vaseline, |
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Just a rope & a chair & gasoline! |
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Lench mob is a friend of mine, |
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But you talk about them niggaz from behind. |
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You know what the hossack(sp) is, o'shea? |
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A motherfucking pig that don't fly straight! |
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Where ya gonna run to? where ya gonna hide? |
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Taadow! look at who's running outside! |
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Natural born bullshitta! lemme hitcha |
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With a dose of reality when i get witcha! |
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Your homie...???????????????????? |
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Put a pipe on the cover, even though you don't smoke |
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Buddha! let me take you down under on a plane |
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Where everybody was going insane! |
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Took a look at the real one, |
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Afro comb! next morning you didn't have yours on. |
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How many ways will you bite my shit? |
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Wouldja wet me or start throwing up a set? |
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Caution, when you enter the zone, |
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Never used to bang 'til you heard the microphone! |
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I got cube melting in a tray, |
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Pulling up his card & fucking up his good day! |
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Unoriginal rap veteran... |
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The nigga who say he don't steal from his friends! |
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Don't trust that nigga named o'shea, |
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Fuck'im, and send him on his way. |
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Happy singalongs! |
