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Hook: Get up, ride, sit back |
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Who's dangerous |
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Get up, pow, you foul |
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Can't hang wid this |
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Get up, now, gun blast |
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It's a Conflict |
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Get up, ride, sit back |
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Who's dangerous |
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Verse 1: Wild |
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Style It's time to get up and hit the hay |
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Wid the high ass hay song |
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Betta come and get some |
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Drop the top up in and |
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Cock the glock and peel |
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Rolling through the teal |
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What it feel? |
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And if I slip |
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Ya betta come equipped |
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Listen to the whips |
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And the gunshot rips |
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I really don't give a damn how you feel |
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I kill if |
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I gotta do it |
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Down and to the ground |
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I nail When it's time to mack, them freaks, |
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I gotta strap up wid |
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Jimmy, uhh, |
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When I get it wid a girl and the dough |
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It's a rodeo show from the back wid the |
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Carlos When |
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I gon' slang them thangs |
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They write the word the word is flict |
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Tricks wid style it's |
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WildStyle |
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I'm pissed, you think you can throw |
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Now fool you wish, rodeo we on me, lay back |
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Taking all you bunk punks wid the quickness |
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You supposed to be a playa |
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But you running at the mouth |
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Shoulda mind your business |
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Come and get it try to get it |
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Rougher than the necks |
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I break necks on somebody wanna flex |
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Then let's flex and get it off your chest |
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The wild west, yes, flict |
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Hook Verse 2: |
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Cold Hard |
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It's the wicked wild west, |
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Winchester for your chest |
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Or your man people just can't understand |
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That I'm a hoodlum that's rawwed up |
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When I close-in slowly posing if you snooze |
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Then you losing ya whole damn crew |
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Those scoundrels got a round for 'em |
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If ya mama want drama |
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I'ma bump her in too |
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Buck, snap, load 'em up roll out |
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HEAD FOR T |
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HE HILLS N |
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OW! Stuck, trapped, bottle up no clout |
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Death for real pow |
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Never could ya get it |
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Wid a renegade desperado, |
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Plenty ammo flowing like a fountain |
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I be coming round the mountain, |
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Gunning, nigga done in |
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Ya best ta giddy up |
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When ya hear them horsies troddin' |
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At full riding, and ya climbing |
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And someone shotting |
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Much trouble passing on the barnyard |
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Go 'head and bounce and let it go |
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I'm sick a these soft party cliks wanna flow |
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It's the real rodeo kicking the flow |
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So hoe on the ride |
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Can ya giddy up hoe? |
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Hook Verse 3: |
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Kilo Thinking |
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I won't bust you |
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Don't luck your punk |
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Glad ta get your body stunk |
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As I creep wid a rowdy clik |
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Ta ease ya feet and pop the trunk |
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Man I hate ta do this shit |
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Cause it was my melody |
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Thought that |
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I called him a bitch |
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So I up my barrel-y |
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Didn't have ta hit ya for the homicide |
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That's why he died nobody cried |
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He shouldn'ta tried |
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Holla flict and ride |
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Meet you in your next life |
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Get on you square get high tonight |
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Cause last night when he been here |
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Now he wanna know why he didn't ride |
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A pocket knife or even flict |
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Boing boing ya see me dong floing |
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Giddy up now watch me get thoing |
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Get ya ass fast |
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I'ma last |
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Demonstrate, pass we crash |
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Face to face and my nigga |
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Gohilian mixed beast type nigga |
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Dangerous to the world |
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Giddy up now what you figure nigga |
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Hook Verse 4: |
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Never Everybody giddy up |
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Drum down on your money |
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Do you wanna put um up now, shit |
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Fucking put him up punk |
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I'ma put him in the trunk |
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I'ma mind smoke him up wid tha fives |
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All a bag a funk |
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And go coast to coast and |
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GET UP Crucial |
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Conflcit got 'em on cloud nine |
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Doing hard time |
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In the state a mind of a, killa |
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Niggas act like |
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I won't pull |
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Tha block block blam |
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Boogie woogie shake it to the left man |
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Back to the right man |
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Making the tightest song |
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Gone again, drinking on gin |
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Smoking on hay getting in my zone |
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Riding slick been on the block a bit |
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Put on the good old |
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Final Tic |
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C-H-I-C-A- |
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G-O giddy up |
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While we kick that rodeo |
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Back to back we gonna smoke on |
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And toke a sack and tack the proke on |
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I was born to get up and put 'em in flight |
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Never say never cause never'll do |
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And make 'em all giddy up tonight |
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Side to side let's ride and roll |
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Ya can't control ya self no more |
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So come on ya gone |
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Got 'em all dropping |
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And leave 'em hopping |
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To the hip old west |
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For you ya boo ya whole crew too |
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Hook |
