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Yo, All the fans we love yall we gon make one fo the haters like fuck that (Ali) |
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Old School 9-8 and you see the |
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Camilion below in the celing wood with wheel on |
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With a flyin bitch some old gangsta shit |
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Flat screen dvds smoking stank and shit |
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Aint dat shit |
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Sunday bull tank and shit |
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Top down air forces white tank and shit |
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Aint nothing soft on boy stop thankin it |
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I got a trophy at the playa ball banquet |
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This bank |
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I get Style we all that to the back we all that to the back |
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Red or blue new wall cap |
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Pause that bull shit you talking bout |
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Before the people start walkin out |
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If you please we succeed regardless |
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Shine the hardest and |
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I'll sign an artist |
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Longevity like the |
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BeeGee's Please be awarre we don't carre |
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Do you like us? (Chorus) |
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No, no, I know y'all ain't say no uh oh be back in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4 and when |
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I get back everybody gone hit the flo flo cause |
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I just asked him was the |
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Tics tight and |
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I think he just said |
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No, no, I know y'all ain't say no uh oh be back in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4 and when |
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I get back everybody gone hit the flo flo cause |
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I just asked him was the |
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Tics tight and |
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I think he just said no (Murphy Lee) 1993 creation for steps of born leezys |
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Wrote rhymes in class, bored by teachers |
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Church only on easter, ignore the preacher |
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Do the grown up at school right unda the bleachers |
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A wild little bity doin lunatic rules |
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To this day they be like "Lunatic Rules" |
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I'm hangin wit the dudes that done it, don't even stunt it |
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You cats stay in the back doin too much frontin |
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See you hatas like to take risk sonofabitch |
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I really disc jockeys at home jockin my disc |
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I'm gon pretend yall aint heard that shit |
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School boy 5'9 receive the hairlines and halfway rich |
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I'm gon run niggas out of town |
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Naw fuck yall hatas |
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I'm gon chill til they run out of crown |
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Royal, Blue |
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Jack right at the door |
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Ay yo I'm |
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Murphy Lee can |
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I park my car here? (Chorus) (Kyjuan) |
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Swervin excursion limited fo 12's |
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Fo amps don't know what my limit is |
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Ive been packin 22's like |
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Emmitt did |
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I've been po before + |
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No+ what a + |
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Limit+ is |
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New engine new paint aint them d's spinnin |
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Love rims, love |
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Lakers, who |
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I love winnin, love women |
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Spinnin grindin since the beggin no mo limits |
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Drom tops cuttys on 4's |
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No love fo hoes |
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Change them like clothes |
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Hit em like switches then |
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I pass them on |
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We all know dats how the game should go |
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We all know most of us love the same hoes |
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Like Carla the preachers daughter fucked wit the barber |
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Over there on the utha side of |
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College Encarta |
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For starters |
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I know both yall smash |
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I didn't get no ass so |
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I had to ask |
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She said... (Chorus) (Nelly) |
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I'm feelin frost bit oh shit is he in town? |
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Check the paper weather say temperature goin down |
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Yep that's him he come to make his rounds |
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Tell him how it feel ten mill skin found |
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Beta not continue |
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I can show you how |
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Frank Mill aww he done flood it wit rounds |
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Don't know what to call me |
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I can think of some nouns |
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Mr. Hoe Hopper, |
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Trick Knocker, |
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Free City |
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My g's getting depp like |
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P. Diddy I'm feelin like |
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B round looking for my |
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Whitney Heel |
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I'd take a |
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Cidney if the stash is right |
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Cocked fo legged and her pants is tight |
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It aint got to be fo eva it can be fo tonight |
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First class flight to |
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Nellyville |
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So how it feel doin sit ups on the virgin rug |
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Drinkin criss out a mug, |
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Part boughee, |
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Part Thug, call me |
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Bug Ok? (Chorus) |
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Uh Oh North side one time let me herre ya.... |
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Uh Oh South side one time let me herre ya.... |
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Uh Oh East side on time let me herre ya.... |
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Uh Oh West side on time let me herre ya.... |
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Uh Oh That's why man yo breath smell like shit |
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If yo momma breath smelled like that nigga she libel to kill some motherfucker |
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Man if yo momma's eyebrows look the way yo's do it look like a caterpillar layin on her fo'head |
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Nigga yo momma snort anthrax and she still mobbin |
