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Intro: |
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Yeah (Statik Selektah). Royce Da 5'9", Statik Selektah, my nigga Preme. This is the Bar Exam. Gorilla camp nigga. |
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Verse One: |
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If you ain't callin' me king |
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Fuck it the mayor will |
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You think you fly |
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Then you about as high as a Ferris wheel |
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You not dope |
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You like soap |
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I'm like coke |
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It's like comparing Clearasil to Seroquel |
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But there is still too many things to name 'em all |
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We ain't the same |
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You niggas is dames in trainin' bras |
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I get brain from bitches with big tits |
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You got a dick with shit stains |
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I hits the hangy ball |
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That's the deep throat for niggas that don't get it |
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It's so hopeless |
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Bet they can only blow smokin' |
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No jokin' |
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I'm chrome kitted |
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Whenever you see me ridin' |
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Unless I'm in Hollywood, gold spoken |
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My shit kicks the loudest |
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My chick's kicks is Prada |
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The big body Benz is sick |
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Kicks is Bravis |
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Switch out and tell the Impala |
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To sit as high as a big dick toddler |
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Bitch, get dollars |
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I don't kick knowledge |
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I quit college for hip hop |
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If I get violent |
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You probably should kick rocks |
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Verbally vivid |
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Lyrically clear |
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Snitches shouldn't be murdered |
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They should just be livin' in fear |
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They should just be raped |
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No homo |
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My professional hit mens |
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Will merk for me and they work pro bono |
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New engine |
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Too sickenin' |
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Me and web |
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Got the hood up on the block watchin' the new Pistons |
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Outro: |
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Shout out to my nigga Will. This is the Bar Exam nigga. Hip hop is alive. Royce just got out of jail. |
