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[Verse 1] |
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My Vocabularies vary, its so exclusionary |
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You'll find my baby pictures in modern dictionaries |
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Next to mighty mercenaries, and visual visionaries |
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And sexy freaks eating strawberries |
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I represent my mind in the 415 dime |
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Tryin' to stop my rhyme is like tryin' to stop crime |
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I float like an eagle that soars through the sky |
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And hit the murder scene in the perfect disguise |
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[Hook] |
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In my rap world we bump 75 girls |
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Playboy short, right before court |
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staring at the judge like 'what you talking bout?' |
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You told me to take the stick of gum out my mouth |
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See I'm a devil in the street from the serious rhyme |
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But still I'm an angel in my Mamas eyes |
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In my rap world, WE BUMP 75 GIRLS |
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PLAYBOY SHORT, RIGHT BEFORE COURT |
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[Verse 2] |
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Try to bite what I write and it'll break ya jaw |
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Andre Nickatina right here in the raw |
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Ain't no real rap lord gon' respect the law |
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Get the phone, page my little cousin Bobby Shaw |
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Shuffle like a CD changer, the rearranger |
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Baby hold me tight like the gun of a banger |
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In the frame of the game leave my name on your brain |
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Until we meet again it will never be the same |
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Slice my own piece of the true money pie |
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When is it cool for a real cat to cry? |
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I hit the sky like a bullet that's shot at the moon |
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Ride the wind like a wicked witch tipping her broom |
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Keep your eyes on the deck, check, 52 card bet |
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Heart bumping through his chest, I love it when I see him sweat... |
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In my rap world, SHIT, 75 GIRLS... |
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[Verse 3] |
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Expose the theory of remarkable worldwinds |
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Beats I wish I could sex like my girlfriends |
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Party 'til dawn on them hoes like its the first |
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Who gon' keep on talking when the 4-4's burst? |
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Smokin' weed like its legal, possessed by the words |
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The world is a ghetto man there ain't no birds |
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I got a solid gold crown that I'll never wear |
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'Cause I know Tommy Tuckers want me to share |