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[Intro: Saigon] |
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Okay Shu', what's up? (Sup?) |
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What's up? Yeah yeah |
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Your boy Saigon, I'm in here |
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Yeah yeah! Y'all ready? |
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Uh, c'mon |
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[Chorus: Saigon] |
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Y'all *************z want it? Y'all *************z get it |
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Hospital bed, ************* get admitted |
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My *************z got it, y'all *************z want it |
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Put a knife in your *************rt, it hurt don't it? |
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Now if this the hottest beat of the year say yeah yeah (yeah yeah!) |
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Ready to start whylin in here, say yeah yeah (yeah yeah!) |
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Rockin with Saigon this year, say yeah yeah (yeah yeah!) |
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Yeah yeah! (Yeah yeah!) Yeah yeah! (Yeah yeah!) |
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[Saigon] |
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Why y'all wanna make me get back on my bull job? |
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Even though I hang with the Gang of those Good Guys |
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We don't fear no man, play like you Conan |
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I'ma have your whole fam sayin they goodbyes |
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I might be the wrong one to try to intimidate |
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If some shootin is goin on, I'ma participate |
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If some lootin is goin on, I'ma participate |
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Cause I'm tired of seein the designs on the dinner plate |
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Need some food on it, lasagna, and a steak |
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So I'ma move on it, piranhas infiltrate |
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You feel like a Navy SEAL, the real shady deal |
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We the ones crazy real, that ain't just the way we feel |
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These are facts, you can even act |
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Or you could check my hood credit scores, Equifax |
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Yah - this is what I suggest |
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If you the truth ************* take a lie detector test, yes |
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[background talking] Knahmean? |
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These *************z'll fail a lie detector test (haha, all them *************z) |
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Fraudulent ass mother******s (do it again) |
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Get 'em! |
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[Chorus - change "y'all" to "you"] |
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[Saigon] |
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Uh, I'm insightful, like I read ten Bibles |
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My wheel turn faster than a ************* spin cycle |
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I ain't seen an encyclopedia since high school |
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That's around the time I start ************* with thin rifles |
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Talkin in your soft comm'[?] |
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Bustin, discussin just like a pork rind |
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You was a muh'****** that fought crime |
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Now they gave you a microphone and some talk time |
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You turned into a porcupine, you ain't never walked the line |
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Never walked a yard, you just talkin hard |
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You go to Hell, you send 'em rhymes and swore to God |
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You a fraud, and a fraud in the presence of the Lord |
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to my dawgs is startin to look like a smörgå*************ord |
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I don't idolize, I'm cooler than (Charles in Charge) |
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Smooth as Ahmad Rasheed, your music is yadda-yah |
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A lot of blah, and bangin drums on a hard guitar |
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Your content is nonsense, gar-bage (garbage) |
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Haha, ay, you know how many of these *************z |
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don't be talkin about *************t on they records? (none of 'em) |
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The beat be savin it |
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************* it, let's do it one more time |
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[Chorus - change "y'all" to "you"] |