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Nah, that's that one dude that nobody ask to come through |
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No matter what he does it always comes off rude |
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Excuse my hood etiquette, |
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But somebody better get this fool out my face |
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Cause if don't nobody tell him shit |
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I'ma snatch the bitch and start to wrinkle up his school clothes |
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Imagine if I had to sink my fist into this fool nose |
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There goes another story, straight to the rumor mill |
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MURS is acting up again, somebody tell this dude to chill |
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[Slug] |
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Hey dog, say dog, what's up with your guy |
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At the bar acting hard he's a magnet for a busted eye |
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I know you vouch for him, I vouch for you |
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But if they slap the bout it bout it out his mouth |
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What you gonna do? |
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He passed his limitations, testing people's patience |
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An L.A. minute away from dramatization |
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If his confidence expands I don't know if we should back him up |
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Consequence lands upon the man child that's acting up |
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[Chorus: Murs & Slug] |
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Hold up, see that pool of vomit that your standing in? |
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Yea that's your mans and them, what's up with your mans and them? |
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Do you hear the squad cars, do you hear the ambulance? |
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Yea that's your mans and them, what's up with your mans and them? |
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Talked all that shit when he was drunk, now he panickin' |
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Yea that's your mans and them, what's up with your mans and them? |
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Some still can't handle the act of balance |
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And yea that's your mans and them, what's up with your mans and them? |
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[Slug] |
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Hey man I saw your ex-wifey at the bar last night |
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And I don't know if you don't know your better half don't act right |
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She's on her own pace, masterpiece painted face |
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Makes me wonder how them **** me boots stay laced |
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I wouldn't watch her as far as I can toss her |
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Stagger drunk sex toy all that she can offer |
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You oughtta stop her before she finds the hard way |
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Grows another scar, or finds herself in harm's way |
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[Murs] |
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Hey fool, you talk to your little sister? |
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I seen her at the club with the wrong group of misters |
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6' 4", gang signs, guns up in they waistline |
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I know that's how you used to do it |
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Back in the day, fine |
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But she don't need to grow up with the same type of hard-heads |
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Think she a blood 'cause her boyfriend's car red |
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Actin' like she hard, miss big bad slap a bitch |
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Think they got her back but to them she just some ass and tits |
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[Chorus] |
