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(feat. Lil' Flip & Big Shasta) |
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[talking:] |
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Yeah uh, Lil' Flip in the building nigga |
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We talking bout lovely days, getting paid |
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Puffing on that haze, g'eah |
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Screwed Up Click, top of the charts nigga holla at em |
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[Lil' Flip:] |
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Yeah Ro, I think today a lovely day |
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No vest, but my glock 40 tucked away |
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I use to hustle yay, and watch for the one time |
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Now I'm caked up, cause I spit punch lines |
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My grandpa, had to show me how to be a man |
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I use to watch him hustle hard, just to get a grand |
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I got a plan to come up, and get mo' cheddar |
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I know you mad, cause my Benz got a lil' leather |
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I'm a go-getter, stacking my paper high |
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I told Z-Ro when I met him, nigga I'ma ride |
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We fuck them niggaz heads up, when this shit drop |
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Cause y'all other niggaz, fucking up hip-hop |
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I can't stop I won't stop, till I'm gone |
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To all my niggaz locked up, I hope y'all come home |
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That's why I'm praying everyday, when I wake up |
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I look around, God blessed me with great stuff |
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[Hook: x2] |
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(A lovely daaaay), it's a lovely day |
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A lovely day, a lovely day |
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A lovely day, it's a lovely day |
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A lovely, a lovely day |
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[Z-Ro:] |
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I must'a, woke up this morning on the right side of bed |
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Cause I can't find nothing to bitch about, even though I'm low on bread |
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And my partna Duke called me, and said he was coming over |
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You know what that mean, them boys out the Clover ain't never sober |
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Ding-dong Lil' Flip, Big Shasta and Den Den |
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This look like a gangsta party to me, come on come in then |
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We know we got a lot of haters, but we ain't tripping |
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Cause we living how we wanna, live daily smoking and sipping |
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When you see us out in public, we got dime pieces with us |
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And we look like we chilling, but it's four or five pieces with us |
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So chill homie, for real homie |
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Cause you don't wanna die, and I don't wanna kill homie |
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But I will homie I ride for Clover Geez, just like I ride for A.B.N. |
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By sneaking up on the opposition, at any event any place they in |
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Except for right now, cause all I wanna do is lay back |
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In a 300 on 22's, or the living room inside a Maybach |
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[Hook x2] |
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[Lil' Flip:] |
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Before I went platinum, ain't nobody wanna holla |
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It was too many cheats, ain't nobody wanna follow |
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So I had to make moves, on my own man |
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I'm one of the few, Houston rappers with a home man |
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Fifteen thousand square feet, bitch nigga |
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Now that's the real definition, of a rich nigga |
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Crocodile Air Force Ones, blue and gold |
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I'm chilling, but if I got a problem you'll know |
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[Z-Ro:] |
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I'm living better now, the Gucci sweater now |
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And that '71 Cadillac on swangas, hold a baretta down |
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Laws already hate us, cause we young black men |
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Especially cause we rappers, with tons of stacks to spend |
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Haters do what they can, kings of the South do what they wanna do |
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The drank is purple the pistol is chrome, and the marijuana blue |
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In the county we wear orange, and state jail is white |
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We don't rack up we act up, all motherfucking night |
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[Big Shasta:] |
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It's just the way I shine, in these city streets |
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From the way I grind, so my family can eat |
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When I make a my pay, it's a lovely day |
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Lovely daaay |
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[Hook x2] |