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Yeahhh, yeh yeh - G. Rap that's gangsta (my life nigga) |
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[Chorus: G-Wise * vocoder] |
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All of my life, I live |
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I'll be thuggin with youuuuuuu |
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Thug it out baby, thug it out baby |
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Don't stop 'til I die for this |
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I'll be keepin it trueeeeeee |
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Yeah yeah yeah yeah |
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[Kool G. Rap] |
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Yo, yo |
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Giancanna the name break it down simple and plain |
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Went from a small chimp in the game to gorilla king pimpin the game |
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Know how to tempt dames to tense in the Range |
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Hit the block to pitch rocks, the strength of the name |
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Limp with a cane, lactosin limp for the king |
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We even pack toast expend from the flames, my aim |
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Strictly about makin that bread pop (y'know) blocks red hot |
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from feds and cops, lookin for rock bottles with red tops |
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Tradin lead shots with dreadlocks |
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Infrared dots 'til their head drop, we fled spots |
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Word on the curb is when it came to birds we spread flocks (no doubt) |
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No tellin when the bloodshed stop, glide 'til the sled stop |
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Copped the latest every hot flavor in them crocs and gators |
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Somebody clique riff, pop the bravest |
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Out of town trips in whips I got from Avis, drop knots in Vegas |
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My plot for paper was crockpots of wafers |
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[Chorus] |
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[Kool G. Rap] |
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Nigga into warm mansion rooms, wall to wall with handsome goons |
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Half-naked bitches dancin to tunes (uh-huh) |
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Marble floor to the terrace nigga, glance at the moon |
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Play the jacuzzi 'til your hands get blue |
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Rugs tight, bright as the white sands of Cancun [yeahhhh] |
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Skylights up in the ceilings for the plants to bloom |
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Nigga we crop grams in dunes, Cuban cigar brand of grandest fumes |
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Prison niggaz that ran balloons |
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Shut down shop from Jan. to June, and still cop land in the boons |
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Fuck women in tanning rooms |
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Every last fingernail on their hand groomed, self built do |
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Down to the mink pelts, gator belts and silk suit |
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If I can't stack a nigga cap get peeled loose |
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Word to them cats that died on the street, it's spilled juice |
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So where that Don be? (right here) In the calm breeze in the palm trees |
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Bomb G under the armpiece |
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Livin in harmony, coke farm pharmacy |
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Bulletproof armory, school of the hard knock honory |
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Washin the jackpot like laundry |
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Fuckin Don of the year nominee, honestly |
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[Chorus] - repeat 2X |
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[G-Wise * vocoder box in background to fade] |
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[Kool G. Rap] |
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G. Rap nigga.. |
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What, thug shit, Queens clicks |
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What.. uh-huh |
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Yeah, thug shit, Queens clicks |
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Thug shit, Queens clicks |
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Uhh.. yeah |
