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Haha... (golden child) |
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Yeah, ahh, ahh, yeah, is you wit me? |
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Whattup? Y'all done forgot about lil' ole me? |
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Y'all don't love me no mo'? |
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It's all good... all my real rowdy ******z |
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all my real ******z ride witcha boy one time |
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Ahh... |
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(Verse 1) |
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Lyrically, I smoke whoever it may concern |
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Even wearing a 21 milligram patch of Niccoderm |
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Been broke before; ain't nuttin new |
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But ain't nuttin never knew me not to say '****** you' |
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So had my nuts not grew - I'd still hang in the streets |
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with lil' ******z who still bang just to eat |
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Bang with the heat - the waterproof spit blazes |
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to give y'all ******z the business like the yellow pages |
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Enter the dark ages, enter and spark stage |
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For whatever wages, until I'm famous |
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for resurrecting our cave language |
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And for saying, \"Same ************t, different toilet...\" |
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The game ain't about who talented |
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It's about who soundscannin |
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now them same clowns maddened (peep game) |
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Go figure, lyricist of the year is a white boy |
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And the greatest golfer; a confused ****** |
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(Chorus) - 2X |
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And that's gangsta, without bangin a set |
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Big nuts on deck ain't even hangin 'em yet |
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See it's just some things they should never forget |
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Ain't no mother****** west without a R-ah-A-S |
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(Verse 2) |
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I was taught to rhyme undeniably, and force ******z to think |
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So if you need to dance so ****** much then buy Nsync |
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Startin a movement to move men |
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Motivational millimeter mouth or repeated and need a monster |
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Me; I be the agua - waterproof got a lotta truth |
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Spit-slaughter a lotta groups |
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Ridin without a crew, nod off without a loop |
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Blackout like a ligular, just a ****** that clown |
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With a suicidal groupie in a jacuzzi pullin my shorts down |
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Givin me underwater head 'til I nut and she drowns |
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Now how the ****** we sound? (man rap is outta control) |
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(I gotta smoke something) yo homie bust me down |
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Took a pull off a Newport and passed it back |
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Nuts hang like I had an elastic sack |
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Spastic blaps of our kind of plastic claps |
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Wanna know the reason why white people seem to laugh at blacks? |
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Cuz brothers in South Africa slaving to death in diamond mines |
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Meanwhile, we spendin every penny to over************ne |
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Tell the next ****** he lesser |
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Cuz he can't afford to buy ice from his oppressor |
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So now he pullin out nines, tryin to homicide me for mine |
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Meanwhile, George W. Bush got a war on crime |
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Introduction to the Matrix -- I say the ************t |
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you know is true but wanna ignore, metamorph metaphors |
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(Chorus) - 2X |
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(Verse 3) |
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I pop my collar, pop pistols, and pop ecstasy |
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Boricuas call me Poppi when they pop they ************ |
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Used to pop-lock and lock and watch |
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Pop locks and burglarize spots |
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Pop wheelies on the red and chrome Huffy |
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Graduated to Suzukis - hot soda pop or pop bottles at Sky Su************ |
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Now ask me what's poppin; most likely ya collar bone |
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Ever had that feelin where ya by yourself and your not alone |
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With Big Brother, and Big Brother see you |
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I'm hard-headed, my ************ look like R2-D2 |
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Like Mini-Me too - speed through in the V-1-2 |
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C-Arson style, know how we do |
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All money is legal, dead pres and green eagles |
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You funny style like Bernie Mac, rappin like Beanie Sigel |
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Golden Child of the west, don't know how to act though |
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Kicked off the Up In Smoke tour for scrappin with Death Row |
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(Chorus) - 1X |
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(2nd Chorus) - 1X |
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And that's gangsta, without bangin a set |
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Big nuts on deck ain't even hangin 'em yet |
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See it's just some things they should never forget |
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\"Ain't no west with Kurupt with a R-ah-A-S\" |
