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This the boy Cassidy man |
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And I'm feeling like a red nose that we just let out the cage man |
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I'm ready to bite one of you niggaz at any given moment |
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GET 'EM!!!! |
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[Verse 1] |
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My shit is the truth I get in the booth |
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And start spitting like I'm missing a tooth |
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You listening duke, I'm gripping the coupe, lifting the roof |
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Sip the orange juice mixed with the goose |
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Or shots of the yak I got gats that could lift up a moose |
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Stay with a biscuit to shoot like I'm Bishop in Juice |
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I get more bitches than Luke when I run the block |
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Fiends scream "I Wanna Rock, I Wanna Rock Ock" |
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I'm right in the curb white and the herb |
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And I got a nice price on the birds you might could get served |
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You come with the doe I come with the blow |
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But if you don't come with the change I'm a come with them thangs |
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Run up on you with the gun in the dickie |
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The collar coat hold a hundred and fifty |
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You wanna get busy come get me I'll bury you cats |
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Cus I wife the knife and I marry my gat |
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[Hook-Swizz Beats] |
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Get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em |
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Get 'em Cass |
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Get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em |
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Get 'em Cass |
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Get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em |
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Get 'em Cass |
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Get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em |
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Get 'em Cass |
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[Verse 2] |
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A yo my flow sick I need an antihistamine |
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Both of my wrists gleam and my fist just as mean |
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It's blue but it's see-through like Listerine |
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I get the cream on the strip fucking with the fiends |
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So go and get your team |
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And I'll get 'em all smoked like a stick a nicotine or a nick of green |
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And I don't talk to these hoes like I'm Mr. Bean |
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I just let 'em mop me off get a Mr. Clean |
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And I might pop her off if the chick is mean |
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I got some stories I can tell I'll sell a chick a dream |
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I'll let her sip a little liquor let her hit the green |
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Then I'm a unbutton her blouse and unzip her jeans |
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And merk that ass, hurt that ass |
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Cass show you how to work that ass |
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And I ain't with my boy Kells in the hotel no more |
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I'm on the strip making sells fish scale galore |
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Whore |
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[Hook-Swizz Beats] |
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Get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em |
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Get 'em Cass |
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Get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em |
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Get 'em Cass |
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Get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em |
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Get 'em Cass |
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Get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em |
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Get 'em Cass |
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[Verse 3] |
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I'm still acting a fool packing a tool |
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Went back to the dude before I was with the black and the jewels |
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I don't feel right if I ain't strapped with the tool |
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But give me a gat and I'm cool like the mac or the ooze |
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And I'll clap at you dudes I ain't scrapping you dudes |
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I'm kind of light and I ain't fighting I got ratchets to use |
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I'll have cats like "Damn yo what happened to dude?" |
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Listen homey if I'm hungry you'll get jacked for your food |
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I'm back on the move, back on the grind |
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I'm a natural born hustler I just happened to rhyme |
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Who would of ever thought I'll be the cat to get signed |
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But life hard to predict the shit happen sometimes |
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Cats jacking my lines, taking my style |
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But there ain't no perpetrators aloud |
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If you die then you can't testify when I take it to trial |
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You can hate it I just take it and smile |
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Motherfucker |
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[Hook-Swizz Beats] |
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Get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em |
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Get 'em Cass |
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Get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em |
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Get 'em Cass |
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Get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em |
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Get 'em Cass |
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Get 'em get 'em get 'em get 'em |
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Sick 'em |
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Get 'em Cass |
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Get 'em Cass |
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Get 'em Cass |
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Sick 'em |
