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Verse: Shade Sheist) |
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Yo, it ain't nothin' new (ain't nothin'), just a change in the name |
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Sheist done came and changed the game unexplained |
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Ways for days show you how to wait for your pay |
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Cause when Shade **** up your sales, all your checks delay |
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And now niggas mad cause Shade can pull up in a Jag |
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Hands free, chaperone all gettin' the door |
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And I ain't even interested in stealing your whore |
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So why these niggas actin like they wanna marry the floor? |
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Like they ain't seen me breeze past all the gaurds at the door |
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Like I'm just wearin' this jacket to be hot |
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I flash the juice card, man this shit ain't hard |
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And It's the same thing at the same spot |
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What's my name? |
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(Chorus) (2x) |
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(Vocoder Box:)It's John Doe |
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(DJ Quik:) 4-5's spittin' up outta the |
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(Vocoder Box:)Four Door |
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(DJ Quik:) No return fire cause they |
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(Vocoder Box:)Too slow {*gunshots*} |
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(DJ Quik:) What's the dilly? |
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(Vocoder Box:) Cause we kill for a living |
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(DJ Quik:) We kill for a livin' |
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(Verse: Shade Sheist) |
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They wanna know why I keep it so simple |
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I see that they just don't get it like my Nextel signal |
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Sheist on some other shit, Centinella gutter shit |
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Cards on the table, you can hit me or split |
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And see now I ****ed around and got Quik on the shit |
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So just imagine how many hips break when they dip |
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And all the excessive paper cuts from counting the grip |
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And how my legs hurt from humpin' back and forth in the whip |
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At only 35, coverage is a bitch on a six |
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And I ain't even got my first plaque yet (plaque yet) |
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Sheist, will still run circles over niggas who want it |
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And we ain't even gotta make the bets yet |
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Nigga what's my name? |
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(Chorus) (2x) |
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(Verse: Hi-C) |
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Throat-choke a hoe, Big Giggolo |
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Pimp the world, handcuff your hoe |
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Twurk your girl, when I step into the atmosphere |
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Niggas strapped wit fear, uh! |
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Is he is what I said he is and all |
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When I pimp bitches all dick and balls |
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Shade Sheist nothin' nice, new to the game |
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Get your money homie, bitch what's my name? |
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(Verse: AMG) |
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Hey-hey! we gon' hit these niggas where it hurt (uh) |
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Put the worm in your mouth like a perch (uh) |
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When I'm cum boo you gon' need a cert |
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Bust one, jump in the Monte Carlo and skirt (skirt!) |
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Give em naps, give 'em dap, then I holla holla back |
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"Hey nigga where you goin'?" |
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Boo I'm checkin' my traps |
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Yall niggas done shitted and stepped back in it |
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I'll **** a nigga up all I need is five minutes. |
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(Verse: Swift) |
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Swift, and I pimp hoes like it's a gift |
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I got game so you know I'm "The Answer" like Allen I. |
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Got your whole style shook like 'Quilles or Kobe Bry' |
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While money multiply you haters ask why |
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No you can't stop the pimpin' the pimpin' is too fly |
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Runnin' game on yo wife while you out flossin' your ride |
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But she said, "if you ain't busy, or close in the vicinity |
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Stop on by and come get the thighs." |
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(Chorus) |
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(Chorus) |
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(Vocoder Box:)It's John Doe |
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(DJ Quik:) 4-5's spittin' up outta the |
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(Vocoder Box:)Four Door |
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(DJ Quik:) No return fire cause they |
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(Vocoder Box:)Too slow {*gunshots*} |
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(DJ Quik:) What's the dilly? |
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(Vocoder Box:) Cause we kill for a living |
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(DJ Quik:) And we hungry nigga |
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{*gunshots*} |
