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Did you call a taxi? Yea |
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Where you going my brother |
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Uptown, ya heard me? Calliope 36-49, go cross the Bra |
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Bridge and make a left |
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Suga bear, suga bear |
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I'll be hangin' uptown |
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(Hangin') |
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With my niggas |
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Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea |
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Uptown, baby, don't clown, baby |
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It's going down, baby, I'm with my rounds, baby |
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Uptown CP3, nigga, my block stay hot |
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You rally dirty war, nigga, I got it on lock |
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From the Mac to the Meph to the Calliope |
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Nigga in the bricks at night fool anything goes |
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Rose Tavern is the spot were I stash the glock |
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Hoody Hoo, run forest, here comes the cops |
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Nigga, second line badge where my peeps get killed |
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R.I.P. T shirts, nigga to remember the real |
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Sam Skulley got killed and Big Glen got Life |
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My lil cousin Jimmy did 8 |
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But now he's trying to change his life |
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Suga bear, suga bear |
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Now let me take you to the land of the choppers |
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Pussy poppers and body droppers |
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Crooked cops and quarter shops |
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When the cop shopper |
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You get your hands on a a bird |
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Don't say a word |
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There is a million coke spots with no coke to serve |
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When you see them, nigga, swerve in the Lexus |
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And you can't get no buss pass |
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To get your ski mask and get a click |
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But make sure it, niggas, you been fucking with get a bitch |
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'Bout that murder, murder and sucking dick |
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On the slick doe 'cause they pulling akickdoes |
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And I think it was them nigga out that Thomas |
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'Cause they had them black macs and bombers |
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But you didn't hear that me, I can't talk, I can't see |
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Look matter fact when it happen, I was overseas with P |
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And that how a nigga be, I be on GT with wears and boots |
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When them fucking people spin in, my niggas holla, oop, oop |
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And if a nigga find ya, we second line behind ya |
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Blow some ganja in your memories |
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Sportin' Tee's to remind ya we still |
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Suga bear, suga bear |
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Now if you looking for me, playa |
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When I'm down in the city |
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You wanna get with me then hit me |
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Or come in that Calliope and get me |
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For real ask Whine and Eyes |
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I be down in the cut me |
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Boo Gee and Tee Dee |
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We be tearing shit up |
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Feel my rounds, uptown them tuff guys on the block |
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Just like Slim and Marcello |
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They got that Nolia on lock |
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And that Rose Tavern |
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I'm chillling right in front of Randall pictures |
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They hit cha but ask Victor |
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Where gonna always be with cha |
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I'll let Lil Cory tell a story while he down in the 5th |
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I hit the spliff, pass the twirk and yell CP3 |
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We make a move and bounce the House of Blues |
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Full of Tequila, we left the dagger shop |
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Them po po's sweating the block |
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And now it's back to the Calliope |
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(it's back to the Calliope) |
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The driveway of the middle of 3rd Ward code |
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I represent it lil daddy |
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'Cause it's a Calliope thing |
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And uptown is the place where I chill and hang |
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Suga bear, suga bear |
