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Bass for your face, highs for your eyes |
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Don't blink, |
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Black Ink has arrived, all rise |
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Rudebwoys keep dem thing at your side, be alright |
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Muh'fuckers |
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Philly we up in here, we all live |
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I'm puffin this |
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Cohiba mami coolin her heels |
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All she ever seem to do is play it cool f'real |
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She be pushin, pop vessel, and her shoes is ill |
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But her hand, keep slippin on the woodgrain wheel |
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But it's cool, we never slippin when there's moves to make |
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Especially when what we talkin ain't ya usual cake |
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I pump bass for y'all bathin apes, to get charged |
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Nah, I'm not a dealer, |
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I'm a poet at large |
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We in the wind with the roof back, lettin the breeze hit us |
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The bathrobe on with sweatpants and slippers |
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Comin to pay a visit to whoever on the hitlist |
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Some of y'all been tryin for years, you'll never get this fool |
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Check it out (stay cool) stay cool daddy (stay cool) |
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Stay cool ma (hey, hey) c'mon (Stay cool motherfuckers y'all know the rules) (Hey, stay cool.. stay cool) |
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There it is (Yeah hah hah, stay coooool) [Black Thought] |
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Hip-Hop my main bitch, |
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I got a few on the side |
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The game stitched y'all |
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I'm doin my job |
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Go up against enormous odds |
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Wouldn't break a sweat, money make her bet |
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Funny son you threat, well |
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I ain't shakin yet |
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Twenty-fo'/sev' chillin, tougher than penicillin |
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From the block where the crooked cops killin like a villain |
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Children, in the hood gettin rocked by they buildings |
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And brothers, 'cross the board gettin knocked by the millions |
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The stress, got me ignitin the potent marijuana leaf |
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Tryin to play it cooler than a polar bear colony |
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You feel the music know |
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I'm over there probably |
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Pimpin on the same system that forever shorted me |
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I got the soul of a young |
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Sam Cooke when |
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I spit It make you wanna make a new dance up |
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It's all to the good shorty 'gwan do that stuff |
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It's not another sound system rockin steady as us |
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And it's cool (Stay cool) yeah (stay cool) stay cool ha (Hey, hey) check it out, and just (Stay cool motherfuckers y'all know the rules) yeah (Hey, stay cool.. stay cool) (Yeah hah hah, stay coooool) [Black Thought] |
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Yeah, when |
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I'm crusin in my vehicle, the chase harass me |
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They never ride past me, they really comin at me right |
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They wanna know where the drugs guns and cash be |
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Probably wanna get me to run, so they can blast me |
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Just, blast me in your box, play my shit |
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I know it's crowded at the top, cause |
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I'm on the tip |
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And that's as high up at the top, as a brother could get |
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And how I do it make a lot of muh'fuckers upset |
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But it's fine, re-gizzlin |
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I'm back for mine |
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In case y'all gettin tired of the same ol' shine |
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And I'm calm, calculated and perfectly aligned |
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The way I'm operatin what is a surgery of rhyme |
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It's not a thang when |
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I lower the gradient lens frames |
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I'm cooler than |
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Clyde Stubblefield, drummer for |
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James Hip- |
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Hop is out of |
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Hustleville, comin for change |
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I exercise 'til a muscle build, breakin the chains |
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And I'm cool (Stay cool) (stay cool) (hey, hey) (Stay cool motherfuckers y'all know the rules) (Hey, stay cool.. stay cool) (Yeah hah hah, stay coooool) |
