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Ah, it's the humpty dump, truck big wheel, wall crumbler |
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If money did talk, yours probably be a mumbler |
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The bumble bee, color kush, burning in the bubble of puff |
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Brother rocks |
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Dougie but it's uglier on that other stuff |
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I'm saying no, weighing only about 175 |
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I sound like a heavier guy but we high, so high-five |
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Behinds the nice thighs and the sun beamin' |
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Flicking on the old blue beamers, hoodie |
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And Woody |
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Allen couldn't see it with his glasses on |
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At homecoming getting drunker then the chaperon |
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And don't you hate when you go into a place |
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And somebody need a |
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I.D. 'cause they done left at it home |
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You feel bad if you go ahead and leave 'em |
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So you try to swap it out |
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And hope the door man believe 'em |
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Yo' he payed cash, send a check to him directly |
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Or money orders, every dollar, four quarters |
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While I drive, break, shift, jump down |
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When I drive, break, shift, jump down |
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While I drive, break, shift, jump down |
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When I drive, break, shift, jump down |
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And I just touched down, pillow case sized clouds |
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Louder than that pound like your neighbors at your door |
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Dog take yo' job off the floor, meet your neighbor |
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Chuck Daly is the liveliest coach, bless his soul |
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It's amazing though to save his [Incomprehensible] kept his |
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But to see he saved that color |
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Mike rock got the range, had it flickin' last summer |
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Size 900 with the turbo runnin' on it |
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Gold BBS in the zone as a nexus |
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Supposed to be flexed on y'all niggas last summer |
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Chill, we ain't have to move a muscle |
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Had a court case pending and we hit the ground runnin' |
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Get'cha rap together, you ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' |
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Sure lip-sync shit and y'all ain't talkin' 'bout none of us |
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And it's '45 back on my number 9'94 can't touch this like it's |
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Hammer time |
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While I drive, break, shift, jump down |
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When I drive, break, shift, jump down |
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While I drive, break, shift, jump down |
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When I drive, break, shift, jump down |
