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Intro: |
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Es hermanos de lo que sido, amigo? |
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Try to play me close and get loose |
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Try to play me close and get loose |
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(Damn, my ears are burning hot!) |
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Damn, damn, damn, damn my ears are burning hot! |
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Damn,goddamn,goddamn, damn my ears are burning hot! |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, |
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Verse One: Fashion |
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Damn my ears are burning hot |
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I think I got fakin the funk |
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Motherfucks up in my spot |
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They know I'm gonna blow |
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So they press up on |
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The crew like gets dissed |
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Like a fool when I'm gone |
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SO GET OUT, AND LEAVE ME ALONE, |
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CLOSE MY DOOR! |
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I gotta whisper cause I got |
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Some fuckin' ears on my floor |
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They're tryin' to catch on |
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To see who I'm givin' the hoot |
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There it is square biz |
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Don't say my kids |
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(Psycho Les) |
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All these phony motherfuckers wanna shake my hand |
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And behind my back talk shit to the next man |
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Click, bam, a hit to your block, you got beats, but stop! |
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Your shit is wack! |
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(Fashion) |
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Yeah, you better keep it subliminal |
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Cause I don't play, some say |
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My style's type criminal |
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And we can get down, yo for real |
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Yeah, so whatever kid, do what you feel, sucker! |
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Chorus: repeat 4X |
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(P. Les) Try to play me close and get ghost, sucker! |
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(Fashion)Beatnuts forever, die hard motherfuckers! |
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Verse Two: Psycho Les, Fashion |
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You see me and I see you |
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But you still want to act like |
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You don't see me, cool |
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Years ago an A&R dissed |
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Our fuckin' demos and said |
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That shit was scarred |
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BITCH, YOU BIG-TIME BITCH YOUR FOAMIN' |
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YOUR LABEL'S SHIT AND YOU'LL REGRET IT IN A MOMENT |
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Now you eat pills, while I puff on the Phils |
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And still, you can't comprehend your skills |
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You remember the time, only after I performed |
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You called my hotel door, you want to blow me like a storm |
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But Blue, no matter what you do |
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You can't trick this kid |
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Too cool, I thought you knew, fool! |
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Chorus |
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Verse Three: Fashion, Psycho Les |
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Now I got you trapped, feelin weak and nervous |
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Word up, cause I be strapped like the Secret Service |
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The cops they run me down for the guns I be wielding |
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I'll murder a force to get lost between buildings |
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Time to go to war, it's been a raiser, now I'ma flip |
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Rippin more niggaz than an axe in a horror flick |
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Doin mad crime, I remember the days well |
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The demon inside of me had invited me to raise hell |
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I don't want to have to snuff nobody |
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I just drink my twenties with coke with Bacardi |
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Try to play me close and get ghost, sucker! |
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Beatnuts forever, die hard motherfuckers! |
