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"Hi, hahahahaha, the first thing I have to tell you is this* |
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This city was made from the original music |
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It is not a counterfeit, this is the real one |
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This one is true, this one is real" |
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[Phil the Agony:] |
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Yeah, William Cosby sweaters |
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There's only one thing better than cheddar |
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If life is a puzzle, I put it together |
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I'm like DMC, my +Run+ +Tougher Than Leather+ |
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I come from an era of golf hats |
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Ball caps, pimp hats with feathers |
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Plaid slacks with the button-up jackets to match |
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I blast at any knucklehead fucking with rap |
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I got to chuckle at that, rap black belt |
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Motherfucker but the buckle is back |
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Pro-rap, what you wanna do? Nothing with that |
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You suck like a hoe on figaro and you wack |
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Niggas know it and they talk to your back |
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Behind closed doors and get a good laugh |
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Like that factory that niggas in rap |
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Your name ain't Seinfield if you black |
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My clientele sell more than the crack |
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that Reagan let it |
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Fuck your Meagan Good friend at the Holiday Inn |
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She look like her twin |
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[Chorus: ~Phonte~] |
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One thing's for certain, two things for sure |
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No where to work and, no way to grow |
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A crazy place, we all praying for the best of times |
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Ohh yeah, yea-yeah-eaah |
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[Krondon:] |
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My mind is like a peace book |
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I can't get no peace wherever I look |
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My own worst enemy, even the evil get shook |
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for the violence, the fans turn finicky |
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Silly of me to think that I |
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could untie that ribbon in the sky |
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Senior citizens in line |
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The end sure isn't as pure to require that same sugar high |
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Rely on religion if your heart's missing |
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It won't work, certain it's all written |
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Emerge, make 'em all listen |
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Some rehearse them devilish words and put the hurt in 'em |
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I mean put the hurting on 'em, with or without warning |
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Been a whole year, shed a tear for him |
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A year since I heard from him |
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I don't care, I know where I'm going |
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[Repeat Chorus:] |
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[Phonte:] |
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Yo, everybody got the blues and it's evident |
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Got workers losing they jobs and they residence |
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And overseas niggas filing out |
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Straight wilding out, tossing they shoes at the president |
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It make me think about the loot that I shell out |
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If times get tight will the show still sell out? |
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Po' folk need help, they call it welfare |
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When rich folk need it, then y'all call it a bail out |
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It make me wanna yell out, but I just chill |
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Because the love for my fam is priceless |
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Long as I got them we'll be able to fight this |
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Cause nigga I'm black, I was born in a financial crisis, shit! |
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So no eulogies, and no two-to-threes |
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I'll survive cause being broke ain't new to me |
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New opportunities and ways to grind |
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Respect your mind and celebrate the best of times |
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Now let's ride |
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[Repeat Chorus:] |
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[Phonte:] {Repeat to End} |
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Good times, good times |
