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[Chorus]Just, just, just... |
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Just ridin', ridin'... |
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Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus |
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Just ridin', ridin'... |
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I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me, ain't nobody jealous man |
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Just, just, just... |
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I'm just ridin', ridin'... |
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Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus |
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Where we be feelin' the beat, tuckin' the piece |
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I'm just slidin', slidin' |
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Feelin' my heat, |
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I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me |
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I'm just ridin', ridin' |
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Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus |
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Where we be feelin' the beat, tuckin' the piece |
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I'm just slidin' slidin' |
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Feelin' my heat, |
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I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me[Bizzy] |
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We're nothin' but crumbs, crumbs, we're nothin' but crumbs |
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We're nothin' but crumbs, crumbs, we're nothin' but crumbs |
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See it's the thug, thuggish ruggish, give me some bud |
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I'm out on the way to go get me some love |
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Stuck in the part where |
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I put up the cup, don't |
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What about the slopes, tryin' a get dangerous |
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We're nothin' but crumbs, they gave me the tomb |
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And heavenly |
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Father all over your son |
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The people are part of ya, never be found |
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But what was it for, tellin' my people to point to the guns |
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And what did the fools finally see who really be ridin' |
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Look at the war and here it come |
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I'm the beginning and the ending, what are we spending |
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Watch your paper, gospel gangstas walkin' in churches |
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Don't search us, they tyrin' to escape though |
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Monotony and a monopoly, gotta get ready to put us a chair |
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Rott there, get in the car, |
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Day's of our |
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Lives oh well |
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I'm from the best, the sick of the best |
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The sicker the test, will settle for less, so |
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Bizzy the |
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KidThe best...let me get this, that we feelin' depressed[Hook] |
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How many times we gather our rest, so why do they cuss |
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My lips are clear, |
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Lord know's |
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I'm not ugly |
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And how many times we gather our rest, so why do they cuss |
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My lips are clear, the |
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Lord know's |
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I'm not ugly |
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Heavenly father you are the best, one time... |
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I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me, ain't nobody jealous man[Chorus] |
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Just, just, just... |
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Just ridin', ridin'... |
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Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus |
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Where we be feelin' the beat, tuckin' the piece |
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I'm just slidin', slidin' |
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Feelin' my heat, |
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I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me |
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I'm just ridin', ridin' |
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Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus |
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Where we be feelin' the beat, tuckin' the piece |
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I'm just slidin' slidin' |
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Feelin' my heat, |
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I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me[Layzie] |
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I'm a rise to the fullest, make 'em do it |
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Make 'em pull it, fill your torso's up with bullets |
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Nigga this the true shit, and it sit's with a new kid |
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Who goes there, |
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I, we used to slam them dog's |
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Now we raise 'em up high, lamborhgini dog's to the sky |
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My nigga, |
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I be flossin' on a dog, |
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I ain't shy my nigga |
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No wonder why nigga, |
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I'm a hard workin' horse |
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Keep my grammy on a mantle, **** puttin' it in a source |
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If rap was a bitch |
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I'll want a divorce |
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And if rap was a study, you would need you a course |
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I'm a rap 'til my voice gone, probably 'til |
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I lose itBut y'all can't do it, duplicate my music |
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Listen 'til they cruisin', haters be refusin' |
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They bitches want to listen to it |
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But they gotta be true with it |
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Get bucked knuckler, act a foo' with it |
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It's rider season, and really ain't no rules to it |
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Nice and smooth gettin' through it |
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I'm the ace, realest rapper since |
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Pac want to take my place[Chorus] |
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Just ridin', ridin'... |
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Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus |
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Where we be feelin' the beat, tuckin' the piece |
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I'm just slidin', slidin' |
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Feelin' my heat, |
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I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me |
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I'm just ridin', ridin' |
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Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus |
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Where we be feelin' the beat, tuckin' the piece |
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I'm just slidin' slidin' |
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Feelin' my heat, |
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I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me |
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Nobody's just...[Mr. Criminal] |
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I'm just ridin', ridin', ridin' the city streets |
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Packin' the strap in the back of my black khakis |
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That's creased, windows down, system on blast |
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Feelin' the breeze, smokin' and chokin' that reefer dog |
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I'm needin' my trees (ha, ha--ha, ha) |
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Windows down, system on blast, feelin' the breeze |
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Eyes on my rearview, watch my back for the police |
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The homi's say watch my back for enemies |
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Touch your back, the hennesey stayin strass my remedy |
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Catch me dippin' through the streets |
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Givin' a ****, runnin' them stoplights |
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Swerve it to the left, and |
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I swing it to the right |
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I'm a hard switchin' lane, scrapin' bumpers and all |
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All eyes on me whenever |
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I'm rotatin' white walls |
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And as soon as night falls |
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I let them hundred spokes crawl |
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Straight dippin' through the city |
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With my rider's and dogs |
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It's Mr. Criminal puttin' it down |
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With the homi's from |
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Bone Thugs |
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And these hater's get flossed on |
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These bitches get no love[Chorus] |
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Just ridin', ridin'... |
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Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus |
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Where we be feelin' the beat, tuckin' the piece |
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I'm just slidin', slidin' |
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Feelin' my heat, |
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I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me |
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I'm just ridin', ridin' |
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Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus |
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Where we be feelin' the beat, tuckin' the piece |
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I'm just slidin' slidin' |
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Feelin' my heat, |
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I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me |
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Nobody's just... |
