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Live from the 504 |
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It's Mr. Crazy Flow, jumpin' like a bungee, no rope |
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Even in a dungeon I glow |
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Even if it ain't sunny, I glow |
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If it ain't bout money, I go |
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nowhere, I'm nailed to the floor |
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Money controls where I go |
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It is the sail to my boat |
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And it's goin' down, it's goin' down |
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Like there's a whale in the boat |
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See you can smell that I smoke |
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And yep I sip that lean |
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You hit me with that combination |
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And make my eyes bleed |
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I'm a shark in the water |
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Yeah, I swim with the big |
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So I don't have time to deal with Willie the squid |
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Li-li-lilly pad niggas lo-lo-look at the monster |
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You-you-you don't wanna crash like La-La-La-Bamba |
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See it's me, Roni and Terry |
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And my new drop is very |
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Watermelon plum, just call it fruit punch |
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I'm an old rapper, gettin' new bucks |
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And all you new rappers, you're just new lunch |
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Feel sick, so sick, need a doc, yes |
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A creature, monster like the Loch Ness |
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I gets hotter by the tock, before I sizzle to death |
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I just tell the clock, "Gimme a sec" |
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In the middle of the war where my enemy at |
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I'm runnin' this bitch like (?) enemy back |
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'Cause every time I hit a track I'm like an energy pack, |
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the instruments are crying out "Where the sympathy at?" |
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Yeah, if you betting money baby, him will be back |
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Whatever legends look like, bitch I'm fittin' to be that, |
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I walked right in hip hop, like where my dinner be at? |
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I ate that and I was like, "Where my dinner be at?" |
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I hate that women lie so I lie to them back |
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Got two bitches in my pants quiet, neither of them that |
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A lot of bitches want dick, I give a lot of them that |
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Let's do a pill, I can fuck you for an hour with that |
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And to the kids, drugs kill, I'm acknowledging that |
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But when I'm on the drugs, I don't have a problem with that |
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And my niggas got guns the size of toddlers, biotch |
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And we aiming right at your fucking collar, biotch |
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