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{*coin drops}* |
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[Intro: ~DJ Whoo Kid~] |
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WHOO KID DROP THAT SHIT! {*beat starts} |
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'Ey! {Whooooooooooooooo! } |
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'Ey nigga guess what! {"MO MONEY"! } |
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Ain't a damn thang changed! {"GANGREEN"! } |
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DAMN! |
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[Verse:] |
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I can grab sixteen cars {DAMN} every sixteen bars (uh-huh!) |
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My flow hard! - These nigga's is whip cream soft. (whooo!) {Whooooo! } |
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And I can still hit you with the lip beam off [blast] |
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Leave four tire marks from a mink green Porche. (er! er!) |
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I got a hideout in the West so I stay warm |
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And hoes rushin' me without the tank spray on (ahaha!) |
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I'm in a Jet and there's green by the box in it |
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Headed to the A where they lean with it rock with it. {Whoooooo! } |
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All my rings got lil' green rocks in it (bling!) |
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Ridin' with a Radar, I can pick up the cops with it! (I see!) |
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What you know about? ! Who's in and out the house? ! (nothin'!) |
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New York nigga with old schools in and out the South. (UH!) {DAMN! } |
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I take a throw back, gold 'Lac and made it chrome |
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You can't get it your bread thin as a Razor phone. (AAARRRGGGHH!) |
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Do me a favor homes? ! - Stay out my way! (yeah!) |
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Every nigga that get in the way got to pay! [gunshot] |
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These fake ballers eatin' Hip-Hop away! (yeah!) |
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I'm Magic! I'm Bird! I'm Dr. J.! (yeah!) |
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I'm Kong! I'm Martin! I'm Malcolm X! (YEAH!) |
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He's cool, but I don't know about the rest. (whooo!) [blast] {DAMN! } |
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I slept on these LPs since I left you. |
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I ain't like them other niggas, I'm SPECIAL! (SPECIAL!) [gunshot] {HAHA! } |
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Rap got hoes runnin' in and out the biz' (fuck you bitch!) |
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Bitch don't watch me! Watch your kids! (KIDS!) |
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I'm stuntin'! - Worry about nothin'! (uh!) |
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These niggas frontin' or on drugs or somethin'. (whatchu want?) |
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You could drop the same day and still ain't this (naaah!) |
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And every nigga with a record deal ain't rich! (naaaah!) {Whoooooo! } |
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I'm a hit record babe, they give me the right pitch |
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I'm the real deal! - They phony and iceless. {M.O.! } |
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Get on that slippery shit! (uh-huh!) - And get your Dickies ripped. (uh-huh!) |
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With the same Shotgun, they shot Ricky with {OOOOHH! } |
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A sweet dream is my mom on trips! (uh!) |
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A crib on a cliff and Sadams lil' bricks. (haha!) {DAMN! } |
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Bumpin' Blood Money on my way up town |
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And on my way back down I'm rollin' out a quarter pound - NOW! {Whooooo! } |
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[Outro:] |
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Now... {CAN'T FORGET... } |
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Pal... {R. BUCKS! } |
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It's over! {OUTLAW! } |
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You ain't fuckin' with me nigga... |
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Huh? ! |
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Nobody... |
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[Interlude: Lamont Odom (Lloyd Bank$)] |
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This is Lamonte Odom out the Los Angeles Lakers, Queens neither! |
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And you listenin' to G-UUUUNIT... Radio! |
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With my nigga... Lloyd Bank$! |
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DJ Whoo Kid! (YEAH!) [echoes] [beat stops] |