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Ahh, you don't stop |
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You don't stop, you don't stop |
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O.C.'s on the mic and you don't stop |
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You don't stop, you don't stop |
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Big L is on the other you don't stop |
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You don't stop and you don't stop |
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Mr. Walt on the beat you don't stop |
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Check it out, yo |
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Yo, I'm lookin' for the big C-notes like Al Pacino |
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Here's a new slang word, you pussino |
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What it means is just that, puss |
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My nickname to some, know me as Mush |
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Fly like a Testarossa, my God |
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Do not attempt to diss me and my squad |
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Diggin' in the Crates crew click my brother |
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I'm on the mic, Big L is on the other |
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For those that know me, indeed I flow |
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Maneuvers like shells bust from a Luger |
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Satisfaction, I bring the action |
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Blowin' your backs in with only a fraction |
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A mic set, mindset, O.C. design this |
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Finest, rap lord, Your Highness |
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Pulsatin', vibratin', Shorty Wop |
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On the dance floor with the hips gyratin', c'mere |
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Ass swingin' like a chandelier |
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Like a cat in heat with her ass all up in the air |
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Bust this, who said I can't cut the mustard |
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Rappin' is a bitch boy and I got a lust for it |
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If you want it, we got it, ladies, spot it |
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No doubt about it, fly and exotic |
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When we on the scene it's a major plus |
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And whoever facin' us we dangerous |
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If you want it, we got it, ladies, spot it |
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No doubt about it, fly and exotic |
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When we on the scene it's a major plus |
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And whoever facin' us we dangerous |
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I be that smooth cat you never seen rollin' with clowns |
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One of the few from Uptown that's holdin' it down |
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Hoes is on me like I'm welfare, even rich ones |
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That live in Bel Air is this Big L yeah, hell yeah |
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Word up, I use a chrome gat to push domes back |
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Watch how you talk when you call me, Feds got the phone tapped |
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This rap game, I put my life in it |
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Chain got mega ice in it, push an Infinite, chrome rims, light tinted |
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You can see pal, it's all about me now |
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Twenty G's a show punk three thou just to freestyle |
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I made this cheese it didn't grow on trees |
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Can you hold somethin'? Sure, you can hold on these |
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Yo, I'm fat like the old Cray-on, smooth as Rayon |
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L is who the ladies stay on |
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(Yeah baby, play on) |
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I chew chumps like chew sticks, known for poppin' new hits |
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I know, you want me hoe if I was you I'd want me too bitch |
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If you want it, we got it, ladies, spot it |
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No doubt about it, fly and exotic |
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When we on the scene it's a major plus |
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And whoever facin' us we dangerous |
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Time to show, who get it on like soap |
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Derived from nature so I'm pure like snow |
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Brown skinned nigga with a low cut Caesar |
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Travellin' the world with my name on the visa |
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As said O.C., legendary already |
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Rhyme flow cut like a machete |
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First time rappers, I bust your cherries |
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Bitch, hold still so I can put it in steady |
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The more you squirm, the more pain I'ma inflict |
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She stayed still and let me pump this dick |
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Microphone raw diggin', almost won't fit in |
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I'm still hard when I'm bustin' off semen |
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Semi, y'all in my way, okay, rhymes are gay |
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I'ma make you a M.I.A. |
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'Cause I find you not a itsy-bitsy bit raw |
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I'ma grind you like the bicuspidses in my jaws |
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When I rock it feel like you bein' fucked |
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On all fours, this ain't meant for the stores |
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This is for the niggaz in the clubs with thug mugs |
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And for the chicks thinkin' they cute without mustard |
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Shaolin, makin' money |
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Niggaz in Brooklyn, makin' money |
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Queens and the Bronx, makin' money |
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Yeah, Manhattan, makin' money |
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I rock the blue face Prezzie, pockets heavy with cheddi |
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I met these two lezzies in a Chevy Betty and Desi |
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They like to menage-a-trois, then blase blah |
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With L Corleone 'cause I'm a suave star |
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No doubt Baby Pah, platinum rings, mean niggaz |
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Lookin' at my ice from the chain it swing |
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In the party, pop Dom, lampin' like a Don |
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Low key smilin' at the bitches with my gold teeth |
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You can't fuck with the place 'cause we just too hot |
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So all that mess you pop I suggest you stop |
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Quit while you ahead 'cause you ain't built like that |
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Better chill 'cause on the real cats get killed like that |
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Hmm, two crisp type figures, clean cut niggaz |
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Plussed out cribs rock twin Ac' Vegas |
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Livin' life to the fullest, gettin' rich ain't far |
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Chillin' with women, bankin' dough, avoidin' sluts and scars |
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If you want it, we got it, ladies, spot it |
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No doubt about it, fly and exotic |
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When we on the scene it's a major plus |
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And whoever facin' us we dangerous |