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I used to party with the Betties on the lower east side |
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Never drop top forty 'cause I always rock b-side |
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G-rides and a hundred spokes to match |
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We roll two deep three freaks four amps in the back |
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I did that crack game rap game now I let my ax bang |
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Livin' in sin and it's a beautiful thing |
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I wanna twang like Hank rock like roll |
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Got soul like Stevie when I'm under the sun and so |
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Somebody's gotta feel this |
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Someone's gotta feel this |
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Somebody's gotta feel this |
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Someone's gotta feel this |
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Somebody's gotta feel this |
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Someone's gotta feel this |
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I never had a lot of money never made much sense |
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Been chasin' bunnies like a dummy overlookin' my rent |
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And spent every red cent puttin' hickeys on his bed |
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He's rockin' dickie, sippin' lickie slippin' honey pop that deady steady |
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Lookin' for love, put my talent on hold |
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Told my soul to glow it said get up and go |
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And so I packed my bags with a whole lot of realness |
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Somebody's gotta feel this |
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Someone's gotta feel this |
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Somebody's gotta feel this |
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Someone's gotta feel this |
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Somebody's gotta feel this |
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Someone's gotta feel this |
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I see these people makin' money and it's funny to me |
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Tryin' to act that fresh I wish they'd bump into me |
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'Cause it ain't nothin' to me want to eat a little more |
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Taste a little bit pride from every drink that I pour |
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I've been a whore for years showing love to my peers |
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Never sold for any less than what I see in the mirror |
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Steer wide to avoid the blows I've been dealt |
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Let the six strings ride when the twelves are felt |
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So when you see me tuggin' on the end of my rope |
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You better raise up or duck when I reach in my coat because |
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Somebody's gotta feel this |
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Someone's gotta feel this |
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Someone's gotta feel this |
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Somebody's gotta feel this |
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Someone's gotta feel this |
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Somebody's gotta feel this |
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Someone's gotta feel this |
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Come on feel this |
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Uh, uh, come on |
