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We so mothafuckin' ill |
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We so mothafuckin' ill |
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Ill, mothafucka, ill |
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We so mothafuckin' ill |
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[Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q] |
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50 grand large, rubber band boy, hoes and (?) |
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I can moon walk, make her ass talk |
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I'm a cash vault, [?] then spark, hear my trunk bump |
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We go dumb dumb, dumb dumb, I'ma do it some |
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Now watch me stunt, I'ma leave with one |
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Though I came with none, now watch me cum |
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I'm a pimp with a gold stripper ho from the soul be the game I run |
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It was shots through the cot giddy up, put it on your tongue |
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[Hook] |
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We be the illest |
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We be the illest in here |
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I know you feel us |
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We be the illest in here |
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Illest in here |
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We so muthafuckin' ill! |
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[Verse 2: Kev Nish] |
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Yeh, I be Illin' out from LA, I be illin' out all the way |
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Got a v-mail from my K-Town chick that wanna hook up and blaze |
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I got OG cannabis (can I bust?), girl, one puff will put you in your grave |
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Got three pills and four jimmy hats, cause we don't kid and play |
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Popov, yo, guess who's getting drunk, no muthafuckas can't out-drink us |
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If you sipping that hate, don't get drowned, so cold polar bears on my nuts |
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Y'all know who we be, I hold it down for the East |
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Cause I keeps it pimpin', Peter Griffin, yellow tinted on Z's |
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[Bridge: J-Splif] |
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Drippin' on yo couches |
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Drippin' on yo couches |
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Sippin' Tanqueray with Orange Bang we on that Tropicana |
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Drippin' on yo couches |
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From the hills to public housing |
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If you feelin' ill then damn you ill |
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Be the illest on a thousand |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 3: RiFF RAFF] |
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Yeah, nice chain, what a nice night |
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My ice bright, I play the wall like a night-light |
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Tangerine tambourine from the West Wing |
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The best thing about my room? Versace bed springs |
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I'm in the building, more gold than Rumpelstiltskin |
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Aw shit, look who it is: the white Russell Simmons |
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Jody Highroller, Far East Movement |
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We so ill, I think I need some codeine fluid |
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[Verse 4: B.o.B.] |
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Badaboom badabambi |
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Every day in her hair like Pantene |
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Pro B, ain't ready for a family |
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Fuck family, so she better have a Plan B |
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Plan B, never mind what the rumors say |
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Rumors say, never mind what the rumors say |
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Rumors say, when I walk into a room they say |
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Bobby Ray, boomaye, boomaye |
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I'm faded, my eyes are glazin', dialated |
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You hate that that nigga made it so you jaded |
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Your momma, your baby momma, and your lady |
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Be bumpin' my music naked while they're shavin' |
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Thots be like "Bobby save me, Bobby save me" |
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But this ain't no bank for checkin', ain't no savin' |
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I'm never known to accept a limitation |
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You want it with me well here's the invitation |
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Bands, Bobby, there's no more debatin', wow I'm just amazin' |
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Damn, she started [?] 'till her panties start wavin' |
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Man, man I'm so sick, I'm so ill |
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Thermometers cannot monitor my level of chill |
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Grippin' the grain, whippin' the wheel |
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[Hook] |
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[Outro: Prohgress] |
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"I" is for the way these beezies love how I bang |
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And "double L" is for the way I blow that smoke in ya face |
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We roll on "E's" and we be easy rollin that bank |
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And "ST" is for the Illest shit we rep every day |