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I never knew that a kid like me |
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Could take his mic around the world and flash the big S.D. |
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And rock the masses, from Madrid to Calabassas |
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Tijuana, Mexico, bootleg demos in Tokyo |
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They know me though, 'cause I be puttin' in work |
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Commit my life to rebirth, well respected, 'cause that's my word |
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I'm sure you heard, about a new sound going around |
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She might have left my hood, but she was born in my town |
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We rep. the South, so what you talking about |
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I'm not running off my mouth, I know this without a doubt |
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'Cause if you know these streets, then these streets know you |
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When it's time to handle business, then you know what to do |
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Me and my crew, we stay true, old skool or new |
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Many were called, but the chosen are few |
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We rise to the top, what you want? Just in case you forgot |
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Rush the stage, grab my mic, show me what you got |
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[b-section:] |
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You didn't know, thought we was new on the scene |
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Well, it's alright! It's alright! |
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I know you know, I see you smiling at me |
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Well, it's alright! It's alright! |
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[chorus:] |
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Boom! Here comes the Boom! |
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Ready or not, here comes the boys from the South |
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Boom! Here comes the Boom! |
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How you like me now? |
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[bridge:] |
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Is that all you got? |
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I'll take your best shot. |
