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(feat. Curren$y) |
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[Silkk Talking] |
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Diesel, Sound Like One of Em |
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Fake Bouncing When He See Me |
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Like Gutter, Real Gutter |
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[Chorus] |
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Just Do It |
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You ain't gotta talk all loud in my ear |
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Just Do It |
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Yapping and stuff when I'm standing right here |
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Just Do It |
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You ain't gotta tell me what you gonna do |
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Just Do It |
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I'ma do me so you do you |
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Just Do It |
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You ain't gotta tell me how you getting no cream |
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Just Do It |
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Nigga yapping, trying to sell me a drink |
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Just Do It |
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You ain't gotta try to front for no broads |
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Just Do It |
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Trying to mug, trying to be all hard |
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[Silkk the Shocker] |
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What's up killa, you hear this then don't think, bounce |
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You counting me out, motherfucker, you can't count |
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Windows cracked, Car drop low, I'm laid back lord |
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In a Chevelle, 100 ??, no sixes on the course |
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Ain't no stressing in my blood, game on my back |
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Knock you out just for sayin my name on wax |
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Cause if its that serious, e-mail me, send me a fax |
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If it's that real, watch how quick I get back |
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See, I been about my stacks way before I been rapping |
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Playboy, whats on your mind, look, lets get it cracking |
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I been having paper way before I went platinum |
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It don't take too much to get it jumping, man what's happening |
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[Chorus] |
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[Silkk the Shocker] |
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Niggaz be handcuffing their girl when I'm around and shit |
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I don't know if its me or the nigga don't want me around his chick |
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I was looking besides she was looking first |
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She ain't even my type besides look it just wouldn't work |
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I'm the type to tap y'all and wild out with witnesses |
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I come back, different day, different clothes, and different whip |
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I'm paid and you broke, I already know how you feel |
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You ain't gotta ask about flow, you already know I got skill |
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But better calm your boy down, have him walk it off |
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Cause in a few, he ain't gonna be able to walk at all |
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Either we all can get along |
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The dude and crew or we can all be alone |
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Or we all get the chrome |
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Whatever it is, just please stop callin my phone |
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[Chorus] |
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[Curren$y] |
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Hustler, Baller, Gangsta, Caterpillar |
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Yeah, Who I Be, That's Curren$y, Tha Hot Spitta |
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T Crooked R U, Young rich nigga |
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I'm up in Cali, wheelin ya lowrider bicycles |
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He talk a good one but you niggaz can't |
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I'ma pull the cannons out, make you wish and blow your candles out |
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Raised by the streets, C-Murder show me what a man about |
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Gangstas never flinch and when they sent, get their hands out |
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You niggaz what richboys real riding on them spinning wheels, on a cadillac deville |
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I'ma say what I feel and back it up with the steel |
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Get it even if I have to jeapordize my deal |
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[Chorus] |
