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zuò cí : Griffin |
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Whoever underestimated, still waited |
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Pumping the radio, finally they played it |
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You wondered how come the album was late |
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I was giving you time to get the last one straight, |
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The show must go on, i got something to dance to |
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Slow it down and romance to and give me a chance to |
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Keep you in tune and up to par. . . . . |
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Then you' re doing it with the r. . . |
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Doing it wit the r. . . . |
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Something new and to keep you doing what' cha doing |
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This is for you and your crew and for who in |
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The vicinity, i don' t need no identity |
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I see hands in the air that means many be |
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Cooperating, i can' t stop relating |
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Hip-hop is making more sense when i' m stating |
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Paragraphs of potential to prevent you |
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From using my instrumental, keep in mind i meant to |
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Illustrate another iller break immediately |
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Hurry up and learn the words and repeat it wit me |
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Then soon you' re in tune and up to par |
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And then you' re doing it wit the r. . . |
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Keep doing it, you keep doing it wit the r. . . . |
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In the summertime, pockets bulging |
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Somethings' s happening then i' m indulging |
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Music is mine, gucci seats reclined, |
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Gold grill, a paint job will shine. . |
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Pull up in the park and then pop the trunk |
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Turn up the bass and let the system thump |
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A block party starts to form, people start to swarm |
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Loud as a ghetto blaster, word is bond |
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Records remind you of a madness |
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The moment it' s played, you get gladdest |
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The return of the brother, keeping you up to par |
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And you' re doing it wit the r. . . . . |
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Shout outs. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . |