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(Ali) C'mon, oooooooooooooooooooh, no, yo (Just the north, south, east, west coast and us) |
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Hey, uh, it's |
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Lee I'm amazin', original |
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Asian Lime blazin' hatin'll get you nowhere, but get me |
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Hotter than |
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Cajun, spontaneous combustion |
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My temperature's raisin', nigga for days and days |
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Minutes I was just |
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I been waitin' |
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From a shine, to reduce your regrimes |
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Dimes to raisins, you talkin' |
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Me? Naw naw player |
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I'm sparklin' |
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Straight up parkin', hoppin' out with a |
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Eagle barkin' (Pop pop) |
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Money, my car chop chop |
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Hot spot for the jewels, man |
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I'm keepin' the |
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Glock You might get popped, |
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I'm good ain't no duckin' the dot 2000 number |
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J truck mansion and yacht (Ooooh!) |
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I say like uh uh (Ooooh!) |
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I say like uh uh |
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Should let you know, |
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I'ma bring it really raw |
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It be like pat-b-b-b-b-b pat-b-b-b-b-b really raw |
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Come again now (Chorus: Ali) |
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Hey! Hey! |
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Ore-ore-ore-ore-o |
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If you real, let me hear you say |
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Hey! Hey! |
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Ore-ore-ore-ore-o |
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If you all about your paper then you say |
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Hey! Hey! |
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Ore-ore-ore-ore-o |
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If you real, let me hear you say |
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Hey! Hey! |
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Ore-ore-ore-ore-o (Just the north, south, east, west coast and us) (Ali) |
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I need a trillion dollars for every breath |
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I take For heaven's sake, just to keep righteous food on my plate |
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And I'm gon' get it, whether it be rap-rockin' if not |
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It's back to crack-poppin' out the back of the barbershop |
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No holds barred, back streets to boulevards |
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Gain way, throwin' house parties in the |
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PJ's Cars square village, love joy lane |
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Buddha 88 man it's still the same |
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I can't complain, |
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I know niggas that lost they brain |
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Got they chest removed, straight vestibules |
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Don't test a fool, who ain't got shit to lose |
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That ain't cool, now he gotta rep off of you |
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That's why |
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I stay to myself, stay alive and teach |
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Puff that oohwee and keep the snub-nose in reach |
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I ain't a thug, so nigga |
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I ain't gon' start that now |
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I'm Mr. Nigga that kept work and carried the four pound (Chorus: Ali) (Ali) |
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You want to feel made? |
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Roll with me for a day |
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Excursion weight, absolutely splurgin' way |
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Okay first, my team a hundred deep at least |
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Respected highly on the street |
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Cause we don't start no beef, in the club |
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Murphy suede, human grenade |
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And some handmade, hide the haze |
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Behind the |
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Cartier Rolls tinted |
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E'er word |
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I speak I'm in it |
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Hip hop; we in it, from now until infinite |
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We like ten foster kids bringin' daddy business |
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We turn the heat up to |
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Tae-Bo in the club we post the |
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Guinness We had the guard spook one of my gods then broke loose |
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Had to buck a clown, too much |
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Crown with no juice |
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Icy noose, bluey suit outside cute |
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Inside room ugly as a pea-green suit with ruffles |
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We fold up chairs in a tussle |
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Outside we gon' put somethin' harder than muscles (Chorus: Ali) |
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Hey! Hey! |
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Ore-ore-ore-ore-o |
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Hey! Hey! |
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Ore-ore-ore-ore-o |
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Hey! Hey! |
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Ore-ore-ore-ore-o |
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Hey! Hey! |
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Ore-ore-ore-ore-o (Just the north, south, east, west coast and us) |
