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(Intro) |
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Now this is what they've been waiting for |
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Ya dig, Santana |
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Weezy F. |
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Ay Wayne |
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What up man |
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What you been workin' on *****? |
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Oh you know, I got Currency's new album |
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And prolly workin' on my album, ya dig |
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Oh I'm ready to brush my shoulders off and drop my next album too ***** |
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That's what it is |
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But dig this, they wanna know what we been workin' on together |
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That's that "I Can't Feel My Face *****t" they know that |
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So if they ever thought the South and the North was gonna collide |
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Guess what, we already did |
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(Juelz Santana) |
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I'm feelin' like a black Republican |
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Naw, I can't call it |
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More like a black Democrat runnin' 'em out of office |
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Young Barack Obama, I'm all for it |
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The Rock of Gibraltar has now fallen, on ya |
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I protect my land like a farmer |
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Pockets stay chubby like Tikara |
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Or should I say fat like the Parkers |
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Tote big guns like I'm still playin' Contra |
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Y'all washed up like money that's laundered |
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Y'all funny, I'm bonkers |
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Honest, girls strapped to my ***** like a harness |
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Rock star, flier than an ostrich |
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And I cover east, west, north, south like a compass |
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I shall *****ne forever, never tarnish |
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Money buried behind my house like a garden |
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All green, my bank account's like a forest |
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I Can't Feel My Face is gettin' started |
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And Weezy is my accomplice, ya dig |
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A black activist like Sonny Carson |
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Stripes of a sergeant, salute me |
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And chicks, I get 'em high |
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Higher than turbulence is |
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White Phantom, lookin' so Fergielicious |
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I'm from the city of big drugs and murder victims |
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Its get rich, go to jail and be a murder victim |
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Ai! |
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Now all y'all listen |
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If you can't take the heat, get out the kitchen |
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(Lil Wayne) |
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I feel like a black Republican |
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Tote a MAC'n Republican |
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Act so southern n' die for my brethren |
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Money, money, money |
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Like money Mac and publi*****ng |
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One life to live, never ask for a mulligan |
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Streets call but the heat make me feel covenant |
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Been done had cake day late like Anne Sullivan |
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Fly like an eagle but no I'm no Donovan |
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Boy you better go eat some soup with your mom n' them |
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And my mind is on another continent |
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I am real Cash Money, no counterfeit |
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I don't parkin' lot pimp I just politick |
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But I get all in her mouth like parlithins |
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New always represent it to the inner |
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Come from the city where the glitter don't glimmer |
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The sun don't *****ne and the guns don't sleep |
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Pick a *****'s ass up like he got somewhere to be |
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(Outro) |
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And we wanna let the world know |
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This is not a diss song either people |
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We don't diss them we dismiss 'em, ya dig |
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Recognize or step aside, ya dig |
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We let the music talk, Draught 3 |
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And by the way, it's Santana, I'm back |
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It's Weezy! |
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You dudes gotta stand in the mirror backwards 'cause you can't face yourself |
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Assholes |
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DipSet for life |
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Cash Money, whaddup |
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Young Money |