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Yo, yo, yo, word to ride, nigga, yeah |
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Aiyyo, we four or five niggaz with furs on |
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Up top gated up, big tables got the reserves on |
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Blowin' on saxophones, the band is rough |
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So much ice on, looks like my wrist been cut |
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And we just made it back from |
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BeijingSeen my jeweler, told him melt the bird down to eight rings |
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But then the music stopped, |
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Jada stood up |
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Before the speech, he had everybody raise they cups |
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He said, "I been in spots where I can't even mention it""Don't drink the Cris', Ghost mighta pissed in it" |
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Romanian dude, black down, pourin' the saki |
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Face slumped to the side like |
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RockyAnd Strahan came through with his bullshit ring |
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He said, "Yikes", when |
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I pulled out my monster bling |
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Don't be afraid of the |
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New York street talk |
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I switch gear all day, bro, like you do on your peach porch |
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The chairs is suede, the walls is velvet |
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Marquise ballroom, so live |
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I felt itFat asses in fishnets, shakin' they pelvis |
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Playin' with they pussy, middle finger drippin', |
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I smelt it |
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Poker tables, crap joints just for rap niggaz |
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Me and Sheek, walkin' around bitch slappin' niggaz |
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There go Rae, there go |
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PYo Chop, whattup? |
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Sam Cooke writin' hand, all of my lightning, damn |
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Used to rob niggaz in |
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Sam's, buy shams |
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For my dude's baby shoe or booster baby, rollin' with steel |
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Eatin' Jamaican food under the wheel |
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You know the deal, book somethin' then blow |
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Went from a |
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O to a low, little apartment in |
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BrookdaleGold was my motto, lotto numbers is what? |
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Had it in me, rolled down coolin' with coke |
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That's the '90s, |
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Chef era take over |
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AmericaBag |
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Ugly Betty up, make her |
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Ms. Guerrera |
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Pinky wench in sweaters, cortex burnin' the mic booth |
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Travel right past my heritage |
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Them old school niggaz is me |
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Taught me how to read, get skee'd, everybody missin' a ki |
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Yo, I do this with a natural movement |
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Catch me by the [Incomprehensible], scope on me, fuck it, |
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I'm losin' it |
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Yeah, yo, |
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I did it my way, lights off on the highway |
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Greek statues on both sides of the driveway |
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Word to the stamps on the diesel |
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The way these niggaz is lookin' either they got cramps or they evil |
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One go, we all go, |
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D-boy fresh but hard dough |
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Cashmere and suede cargoes |
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On top of the beige |
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Wallo's45 government edition clippers, straight hollows |
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My clientele is supreme and it's proven |
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That I'm only built for the |
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Link if it's |
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CubanI'm a pioneer, |
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I'm not a vet' |
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Last Kiss' is a |
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French one, it's not a peck |
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Movin' powder, piff and a lot of wet |
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You're gonna die, that's a promise not a threat |
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Yeah, but |
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I ain't with the chatterin'' |
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Cause I'd just rather splatter them |
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This is a cartel gatherin', what? |
