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Hey! [x16] |
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Northside ho! Southside ho! Eastside ho! Westside ho! [x3] |
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Get crunk motherfucker, get buck (get buck) [x2] |
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Northside ho! Southside ho! Eastside ho! Westside ho! |
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Get crunk motherfucker, get buck (get buck) [x2] |
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[Al Kapone] |
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That's the way it is, it ain't no other nigga stoppin it |
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When Kapone, grab the microphone you know I'm rockin it |
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If I was, sippin on some syrup then I'd be choppin it |
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I'm the one, with the combination so I'm lockin it |
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If I had some Crist', or some Mo' then I'd be poppin it |
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Man you know this bumpin but you hatin so you knockin it |
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When I wrote this rap I hit the yo and started droppin it |
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I'ma tell myself that I'm the shit and ain't no toppin this |
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You might say it's arrogant, but I say it's confidence |
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I'm just havin fun with it, take it and I run with it |
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If you want some of this, get when I'm done with it |
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All that negative energy that you give I don't want none of it |
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I'ma keep it crunk with my dawgs and my shorties too |
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Make way, fo' a real nigga cause I'm comin through |
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What's my name? Al Kapone, Mackapeezy, some may call me Scarface Al |
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Super crunk, super wild, this the way I move the crowd |
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[Chorus: x2] |
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Northside ho! Southside ho! Eastside ho! Westside ho! |
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Get crunk motherfucker, get buck (get buck) [x2] |
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[unknown guest x2] |
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Now I'm a young nigga and I got y'all buck nigga |
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I'ma represent, with my dogs and keep it crunk nigga |
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[Al Kapone] |
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I'ma keep it rough but other niggaz they be lame with it |
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Some may say they serious but to me they playin games with it |
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If you gonna rep it nigga show it why you claimin it |
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You may never gain unless you goin through some pain with it |
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While you out here talkin that you dumbin I done came with it |
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You might think you different but the truth you still the same with it |
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Nigga this a struggle, ain't no motherfuckin shame in it |
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Too many accept the way it is instead of changin it |
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But I'm gon', flip it up, take the shit and rip it up |
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Ain't no lie I smoke a little po' some drank and sip it up |
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Haters need to give it up, cause you never break me down |
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Buckin with the real nigga, represent your side of town |
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[Chorus] |
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[Al Kapone] |
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This ain't a game, this the life that I lead, real nigga 'til I'm frozen |
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Gift from the almighty let me know I'm chosen |
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While you haters hopin, that I'm never pokin |
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out, like some Spre's, steady spinnin cause I'm focused |
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Crunk, from the jump, this ain't no front, check my resume |
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Some of y'all was colors I was buckin since the early day |
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M-Town bound, that's my city I was born and raised |
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Still in the game just to keep the record straight |
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North, where you at? South, where you at? |
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East West represent, my nigga handle that |
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I see these others out here takin but I'm givin back |
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And I ain't trippin, I can't help it I'm just trill like that |
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Now I'm no super thug... [lyrics fade out] |
