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作曲 : Butler, Clinton, Collins ... |
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I flips down the ave, now |
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I'm lookin good |
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I'm bangin' screw ******* diamonds up against that wood |
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I flips down the ave, now |
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I'm lookin good |
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I'm bangin screw, ******* diamonds up against that wood [Pimp C:] |
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I flippin down the ave you know |
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I'm lookin tight |
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These jealous *******s lookin at me and my car so *******fe |
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Wanna take my life, and wanna jack, but |
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I see all through that |
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Never let these ******* *******s take what's mine, ******* neva do that |
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Fool say he going through a thang when ya'll ain't neva lied |
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I got a baby, but his mama act like he ain't mine |
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Wicked women using children, to live on |
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Wanna hurt, and try to hate, cause she know the thrill is gone |
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Say man I stopped smokin with them haters back in 94 |
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But *******s be thinkin that a sweet gone get em through my door |
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And *******s talk a lot of *******t in a safe place |
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I know, cause he can't look me ey-to-eye when he in my face |
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Now ******* listten to my piece and see just what |
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I mean ******* |
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I ride dirty everyday, but |
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I *******ne so clean |
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Glitter and gleam ain't all what it look like |
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So I keep swangin' out here clangin' tryin to live my life [Chorus x2] [Bun B:] |
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And see these *******s and days go and come |
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And fo me just to wake, |
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I know I'm blessed |
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I grab my cis and split my swisher with my bunk |
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Now some of my sweet be tight and some of my sweets be ******* up |
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But all my sweets gone blow, so killas smoked get sucked up |
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I lucked up today and didn't fall prey to none of that pistol play |
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But who's to say tomorrow they won't be blastin this-a-way |
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I'm puffin spliffs of hay, still upset about the drama here |
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At this time of year |
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I'm wiping away by dead homey's mama's tears, but *******t |
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Naturally them ******* lawas is after me |
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So I have to be on that manner on that 5-0-3 |
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I'm living dastardly |
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Must be all about survival |
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G These *******s passin me screeches keep on getting live with me |
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They say it has to be another way, but |
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I ain't feelin that |
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They tried to steal the |
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Lac, and my wig they wanna peel it back |
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But still the fact remains, it's all about the cane swang and bang |
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Peace to E- |
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S-G and all the victims of the game man [Chorus x3] [Pimp C:] |
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I'm flippin through |
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P.A I'm tryin to see some good |
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But everythang is still the same up in my neoghborhood |
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*******s frown when you up and smile when you down |
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And when you change for the betta *******fe fools stop comin around |
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I see the jealousy and hatein in the wicked ways |
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We all lost children, praising paper, smoking our lives away |
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Got to the point where |
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I could not decipher day from night |
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She say say love me but all we do now is *******' fight |
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My conscience ******* with me so much that |
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I can't eat or sleep |
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The other side is sellin **** and out there runnin the streets |
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And even though |
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I'm gaining street fame coming from this rap game |
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Lustful thinkin and compulsive drinkin is a normal thang |
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Some get erased and misplaced tryin to win the race |
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Some try to hold on to their place by smoking with lace |
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But see drugs and plastic thugs ain't gone change the hood |
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I'm smokin skunk and poppin trunks to make me feel good |
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I flips down the ave now |
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I'm lookin good |
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I'm smokin skunk and popping trunks to make me feel good [Chorus] |