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Yeah... |
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I'm like a '88 classic, Apathy goes back |
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To Fila's with straps and Don Mattingly throwbacks |
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I'm back *******, on some asshole rap *******t |
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Rarely ever seen like Asian dudes with black chicks |
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You mutha******as wanna scrap? Be quiet! |
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You know when Apathy drops, you happily buy it |
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All these cats are a riot, wanna rap, so they try it |
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But'll quit as quick as Ruben Studdard on the Atkins diet |
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I ain't the type to blow scratch on tricks |
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Slap tricks in the trap if teeth scratch the ****** |
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Chicken's in the kitchen makin' chicken from scratch and *******t |
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Check it, Chum's on the track with the scratch and mix |
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Y'all don't even understand who you scrappin' with |
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I got Timbs in the trunk, won't scratch my kicks |
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Y'all are brewin' up a plot, tryin' to get Ap to flip? |
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Do yourself a favor - scratch that *******t, 'cause... |
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[Chorus] |
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Even though mutha******as tryin' to see me... |
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"Can't leave rap alone, the game needs me" <- Jay-Z |
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The way I think, I make it look easy |
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"Can't leave rap alone, the game needs me" <- Jay-Z |
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You got doubts, but please believe me |
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"Can't leave rap alone, the game needs me" <- Jay-Z |
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Go ask your mom to cop this CD |
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"Can't leave rap alone, the game needs me" <- Jay-Z |
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[Verse 2: Celph Titled] |
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The Rubix Cuban's at your door, but I ain't singin' no carols |
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I'm like Donkey Kong, I got you ******z dodgin' my barrels |
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Don't give a ****** where your label's from |
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We runnin' up in your office, holdin' your CEO hostage with a staple gun |
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And ain't no stoppin' this don; I got soccer moms |
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Puttin' glocks in their palms and wildin' out to opera songs |
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Blow off your brim, turn your fitted to a kufi |
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I'm like Ricky Ricardo except, "I Love Uzis" |
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When I'm in the crowd, these rappers are shook |
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They won't stage dive unless they got a harness with a grapplin' hook |
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Damn right, my raps are real ill |
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The Celph Titled talkin' doll says, "Kill, kill" |
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Oh, you's a tough guy, sayin' that you brawl in these fights? |
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But you got your nose broken by a white ******* from a volleyball spike |
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Old timers ask me where I got my pimp game from |
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'Cause I got 99 ******* and ain't a problem with one |
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[Chorus] |
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[Verse 3: Ryu] |
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I'm the one to call when your third verse is free |
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Slip slugs in a pump and disperse emcees |
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Six gunner with a potty mouth, spittin' up mud |
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I stay trippin' with a 40 oz., sippin' them suds |
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Outta Cali with a bang, *******! ******' insane, ******* |
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The man savin' L.A., forget about Game, ******* |
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I never claim Crip, but I'll murder my language |
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If I can't handle it quick, I'll have it arranged then |
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Last nine summers, you been suckin' the same ****** |
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But Jay's gone, and I'm still ******' 'em brainless |
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At the Holiday Inn, my Doc Holiday grins |
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A little too much for one, so I'll probably get twins |
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Let the party begin, take it back to the telly |
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Your body is ****r than coke, but your crack is smelly |
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At the show, they was rippin' all their panties and bras down |
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They love it, 'cause officially I'm one of the godz now |
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[Chorus] |