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Was this in them trees |
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These are the things |
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They held me vision |
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Seein' more things |
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Me and dj paul |
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We got the hook off |
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We gon' stee |
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We gon' play socidal to go slappin' through thy window |
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Somethin's creepin' up slow |
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It was a lodus |
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Read about a hoe |
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Some sippin' on the women |
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Who gon' want to cross my fules, attention |
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Not only was you weak |
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Need another nigga drivin' |
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I stop the car |
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Said do you want to buck em' |
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Rough koopsta |
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Shirt i knew your hurt |
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Take the bridge back |
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Take a bag with them slugs |
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Sentence see your gone son |
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Devils in your chris |
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It's the coulda me dree z's |
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Koopsta got em' stee |
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Make prophet me |
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See that's what you get for talkin' shit |
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Trick i drop you in the splunder |
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Cut you up like jerry springer biatch |
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Come, come who the fuck |
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They want some |
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Niggas want to jump, jump |
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Get'cha make ya pump, paul |
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Still gon' miss ya bump, bump |
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Off a nigga fakin' |
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Goin' to a richin' |
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Bitches turn to shaken |
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Mafioso rule by |
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And he will act a fool |
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When he don't give a damn |
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If your fuckin' red or blue boy |
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Couldn't buy the wet slide |
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Goin' on this best lide |
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Lord infamous done with tight |
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When me gotta get mine |
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You know what i want |
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But do koopsta gets it |
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Storm on this bitch |
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Like some new used confetti |
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Astronomical triple 6 |
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Writes space on top of astroids |
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Comin' to rip up the shore |
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We killin' the fool |
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So act a fool boy |
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Chorus x4 |
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Stomp motherfucker, stomp motherfucker, stomp |
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(lay at, move his ass down to the pump) |
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How long gon' go deep |
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In the north |
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When niggas stay drunk |
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And smoke on your newports |
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From on my streets |
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Wit all only peeps |
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I used to scratch |
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And throw down beats |
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I made a mix |
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With real deep bass |
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The noise i had to be slangin' tapes |
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Dj in this shit try to make that shit |
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Tone be speakers that stack they crates |
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Studio 9 was the place to be |
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Where all jocks were tryin' to get |
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The chance get on the tape |
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Bein' a fool |
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Keep tryin' i'm not goin' to quit |
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The club was packed from wall to wall |
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The gangsta walk is what we call |
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Whn niggas are buckin' |
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I'm still gonna dance |
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The third a fool |
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Let's look if all |
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We took the club |
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And show no love |
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Just throw in our face |
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And gettin' refunds |
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They might wanna fight |
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Later on the night |
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Cause memphis playas don't give a fuck |
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Security junk |
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We smack the punks |
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For throwin' us out |
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For smokin' a blunt |
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The number ones on |
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It just cam on |
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And now it's time to fuckin' stomp |
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Juicy's in the motherfuckin' house |
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It's the peel yo |
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Motherfuckin' stand back |
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It's they fuckin' steelo |
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On your fuckin' ass |
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We can't fuckin' brag |
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Cause we comin' up |
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Robbers on my ass |
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Should i blast |
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Cause they runnin' up |
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Maybe it's my premadin' |
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No present turn to yo |
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With the sayin' |
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Saw your nine |
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Boy i call that kick door |
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I stick those |
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Bitches in my trunk |
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And now we back to my hood |
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Don't want the left they die yet |
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But he wishin' he would |
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Wasn't in the mood |
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For this bunk shit |
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But these niggas had to creep |
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That boy they stupid |
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I sit, i leave these hoes for a permanent sleep |
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And now we out the club |
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We gotta get em' up |
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Triple 6 and prophet posse |
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Ya'll know we make em' stomp |
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Chorus x4 |
