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Uh. |
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Uh. |
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Yup. |
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[Chuck:] |
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Yo Mike! |
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[Mikey:] |
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What it is yo? |
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I'm just chilling like a villain. |
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Grindin' daily. |
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'Cause I can't get a 9 to 5. |
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So I rhyme, I rock. |
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Ya dig? |
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You don't it's cool. |
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I take ya to school. |
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That's what I do. |
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Yo Chuck! |
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[Chuck:] |
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I-I-I rock. |
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If you don't think so. |
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Then nigga kick rocks. |
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With the time on the clocks. |
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Da boom on box. You like us? |
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Homie that's hardwash. |
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Boombox on my shoulder. |
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And she started walking over. |
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Like yo. |
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Looked me up and down. |
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If looks could kill. |
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Then she'd be in jail. |
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[Mikey:] |
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Well I hope you got the keys. |
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She got me as well. |
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I don't wanna let her out. |
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'Cause she get ill. |
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[Chuck:] |
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Um, but I get iller. |
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Freeze, now take my picture. |
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Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.) |
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Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.) |
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Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.) |
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Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.) |
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Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.) |
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Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.) |
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Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.) |
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Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.) |
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[Mikey:] |
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I got a 5.0 GT that is. |
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Drop top roof. |
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With the Daytons on the wheels. |
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Got bass in the back. |
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Back to the front. |
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I can hit a switch. |
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Make the trunk lift up. |
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Let me hop in it. |
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Let me lace my kicks. |
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Then flip the Sidekick. |
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Peek my options go down the list. |
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Like mmm... not that one. |
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Maybe tomorrow but that's after. |
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I find out just what she's after. |
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If it's dough then she gotta get gone. |
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She never get a call. |
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Like broken phones. |
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[Chuck:] |
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And I suppose that she gonna call me. |
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I take her and her I'll take all three. |
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But the truck that I'm in only got two seats |
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And I'm in one. |
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So you know what that means. |
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[Mikey:] |
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That means it's decision time. |
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Hop in the women line. |
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If it's 9, I'm takin' 7UP |
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Like lemon lime. |
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To the penthouse. |
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So it's two left fa you Chuck |
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[Chuck:] |
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I ain't got no penthouse. |
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[Mikey:] |
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We party on the rooftops. |
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Brand new blazers. |
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That came from Malaysia. |
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Grab your turntable and smack the DJ up. |
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If he don't play us |
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We rock it till the A.M. |
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So you niggaz better wake up. |
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Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.) |
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Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.) |
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Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.) |
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Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.) |
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Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.) |
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Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.) |
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Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.) |
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Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.) |
