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Listen.. |
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They say rapping's a waste of knowledge |
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"Take ya ass to college" |
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Now they broke ass call us |
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Tryin to ask for dollars |
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Sittin behing glass Impala's |
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High class Impala's |
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I make two cash deposits everytime I pass the closet |
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If niggas lookin for the grands |
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The grands can be spotted |
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Chamillions the man |
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He got it in his hand of wallet |
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Ain't no If's, And's, about it |
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"That man's the hottest" |
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I accedently spent five grand |
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Cause man, we ballas |
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We don't shop at Family Dollars |
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If your ice is fake? |
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If you ask me for a verse |
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I make my price inflate |
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We still ghetto, lookin for some metal mics to break |
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I'm still hangin around a hood, like a liscense plate |
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I'm not cappin, cause trust me |
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You'll know when I'm cappin |
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When I pull out that gat |
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And you hear that thang click-clackin |
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You hear what that boy said? |
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Don't be a hard head |
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Save me some left overs im through with some raw bread |
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[Chorus] |
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Let's open, the garage and pull, Them cars out (Why?) |
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Show em how boys in the dirty south shiiiiiiiine |
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(Money is on your mind, chasin them dollar signs |
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Get off of youe behind and go Grind) |
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Yeaaaaah |
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There's no time, to sleep - we hustle and grind, all the time |
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Because money's always on our miiiiiiiind |
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(Chasin them dollar signs, you sayin you wanna shine? |
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Then get up off of your behind and go Grind) |
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Yeaaaaah |
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[Paul Wall] |
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They say stuntin's a waste of money |
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"Man, invest it in stocks" |
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Now they homeless and out of work |
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Ever since Enron flopped |
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Have a hustle for every season |
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That's the Babeoulous way |
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Mo money underneath my mattress |
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Then you have in your safe |
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When money slow up? Make a different hustle blow up |
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Alotta cats older then me, but they ain't never grow up |
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Boys hit a couple of licks, buy some kicks and they quit |
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I ain't hustlin for a fifth, I'm on the grind to get rich |
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I ain't gone lie, I got lazy making fifty a week |
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But when that fifty sunk to ten I woke up out of my sleep |
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I don't compete with other ballers |
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I inspire myself |
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Self-Emplyed, I could write a check |
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And hire myself |
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I admire myself, with a set of Slabs, salute |
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All courtisey of my underground, mass of loot |
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It don't matter what it cost, just grab some loot |
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I'll earn it back before your class is through.. |
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It's goin down |
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[Chorus] |
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Let's open, the garage and pull, Them cars out (Why?) |
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Show em how boys in the dirty south shiiiiiiiine |
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(Money is on your mind, chasin them dollar signs |
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Get off of youe behind and go Grind) |
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Yeaaaaah |
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There's no time, to sleep - we hustle and grind, all the time |
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Because money's always on our miiiiiiiind |
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(Chasin them dollar signs, you sayin you wanna shine? |
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Then get up off of your behind and go Grind) |
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Yeaaaaah |
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[Chamillionaire] |
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Listen.. |
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They say our album just dropped |
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And we ain't proved a thing |
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Look at the Sound Scan scannin |
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Tell us who's the King |
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Okay, if we don't hit Top 100 on Billboards |
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We still gone feel joy, 50 hundreds in Bills boy |
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We Runnin Houston streets, so you can say we RoadRunners |
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You better hide your deer, like we was Doe Hunters |
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Never made doe from a dealer, I'm no dope runna |
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But I intercept chips like a kick from a slow punta |
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HUT ONE! HUT TWO! - We comin' through, what it do? |
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Direspecting that Houston, Texas Underground? What a fool |
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It's okay if you DeeJay's don't give us Radio play |
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We tell the streets to go get our CD today, they obey |
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Underground CD sella, Hundred Thousand or betta |
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But I'm not in this game to get a Grammy letta or metal |
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Just tryin to make alot of chedda, Mirror Mirror on the wall |
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Can you tell us who really ball? "Chamillion and Paul Wall" |
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[Chorus X2] |
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Let's open, the garage and pull, Them cars out (Why?) |
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Show em how boys in the dirty south shiiiiiiiine |
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(Money is on your mind, chasin them dollar signs |
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Get off of youe behind and go Grind) |
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Yeaaaaah |
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There's no time, to sleep - we hustle and grind, all the time |
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Because money's always on our miiiiiiiind |
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(Chasin them dollar signs, you sayin you wanna shine? |
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Then get up off of your behind and go Grind) |
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Yeaaaaah |
