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Alright, alright |
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I'm tight, I'm tight |
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All day, all day |
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Rock up my birdie on the D-spot |
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If the funk jump then my pistol will pop |
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Rock up my birdie on the D-spot |
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Don't let that *************t jump, my pistol will pop |
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Rock up my birdie on the D-spot |
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If that *************t jump then my stapler will pop |
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Rock up my birdie on the D-spot |
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Don't let that *************t jump, my pistol will pop |
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Straight up on some swirve, like pump I got my *************t tight |
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Mobbin' in the Chevy, four deep after midnight |
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And just because I'm rappin', *************, ain't *************t changed |
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I'm still slangin', thangs *************, deep in this game |
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My homies like to fork, them fools like to ride |
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My homie got the Tommy out the passenger side |
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About to let em' fly cause it's another season |
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And *************s let them ho punk ******* be the reason |
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*************s on the roof, bulletproofs and straps |
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Posted on the corner, walkie-talkies and booby traps |
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Ready for whatever, we can get it on |
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In any type of weather, ya know we ************* them domes |
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Them choppers will chop, *************s slippin' down ya block |
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Funkin' out her hand, you wouldn't understand |
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Half money half heart, ain't nowhere to hide |
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Put yo *************t in park, you know these fools will ride |
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Suicidal if it's vital on these streets of mine |
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And *************s pack them gats bustin' thirty-two times |
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Business is fine if ya ******' with me |
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On the spot where a *************s slangs his D |
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Rock up my birdie on the D-spot |
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If the funk jump then my pistol will pop |
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Rock up my birdie on the D-spot |
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Don't let that *************t jump, my pistol will pop |
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Rock up my birdie on the D-spot |
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If that *************t jump then my stapler will pop |
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Rock up my birdie on the D-spot |
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And if that *************t jump |
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Testin' one, two a ************* sold a few of those ki's |
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Broke em' down to boulders, stacked a few of those G's |
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My ************* was the check, my set was the year |
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A ************* had hills, meals |
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And about eleven thousand dollars worth of bills |
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I was posted at the spot smokin' doja |
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Just put the rumble in my 68 Nova |
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But what about me |
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Fool you can't get with it |
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But what about me |
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Fool my crew is sick wid it |
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Boom-shaka-laka, it's the big blocker |
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Three ninety six, I get rubber and fit punk ************* |
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And I'm a bomb smokin' zipper holdin' pistol packin' |
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In my lap cause it's G's that a *************s stackin' |
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Mackin' is my game, Legit is my name |
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And if ya ain't careful, ho, ya pockets are drained so |
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What else ya wanna know about this playa |
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****** rhyme sayer, my mail weigh longer than theirs |
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That *************t is gettin' funky and them fools wanna bust caps |
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But mother******* ain't no money in that |
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You need to lose that strap and go from the shoulders |
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â€~Cause *************t gon' get funky with this soldier |
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Rock up my birdie on the D-spot |
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If the funk jump then my pistol will pop |
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Rock up my birdie on the D-spot |
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Don't let that *************t jump or my Reuger will pop |
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Rock up my birdie on the D-spot |
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If that *************t jump then my stapler might pop |
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Rock up my birdie on the D-spot |
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Please don't let it funk |
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First I flipped the Vette, then came the Lex |
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I swept up thirty thangs to get the whip got me blessed |
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Eighteen and older, money gets me over |
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Sixteen years old with two straps on my shoulder |
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A real Hillside hog, leavin' em' ****** in the fog |
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************* you can't fade me I'm ya top notch dog |
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How can ya figure that D-Shot will sliver |
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************* run up on me then I gots to split ya |
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Split ya, no *************t and no white for sale |
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Man I'ma rob that *************, let the buzzer be the bell |
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â€~Cause I ain't fixin' to suck up to none |
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Punk now that not even in my plan |
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Dry as the ************* and I'm the only one left in the yo-yo |
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Seven houses down, cross street dashboard, broken down Pinto |
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Black screens, high school prom queens |
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Smoked out, shriveled up as ****** fiends |
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Heckyls my, Jekylls me sweatin' me |
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Just like the task, them mother*******s had my ass |
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Won't be able to serve *************s for the one forty |
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Give me thirty, rock up my birdie |
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Rock up my birdie on the D-spot |
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And if that *************t jump then my pistol will pop |
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Rock up my birdie on the D-spot |
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Please don't let it jump, it'll pop |
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Rock up my birdie on the D-spot |
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If that funk jump then my pistol will pop |
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Rock up my birdie on the D-spot |
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Please don't let it funk my chop-chop will pop |
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Rock up my birdie on the D-spot |
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If the funk jump then my brownie might pop |
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Rock up my birdie on the D-spot |
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If the funk jump then my, uh, it'll pop |
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Rock up my birdie on the D-spot |