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Whoo, ah, ah, ayahh, ahh, ahh, ahh |
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And you don't stop, ahh, ahh, word is bond, word is bond |
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Now introducing the sound from the ghetto |
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E Double and |
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Too Short, what the fuck you thought? |
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I come with the ruckus, it's my thing when |
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I swingI'm born to mack, always strapped, with the black gat |
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Who out there? |
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I swear, boy, wanna get touched |
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Roll up and catch a slug to the chest, so duck |
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I talk the talk, walk the walk, now nigga |
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Five hundred |
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S driving with hand on trigger |
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Crazy Lestat, check my track record |
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Everything |
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I touch is gold since eighteen years old |
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So what that mean? |
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I roll the blunt |
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And puff the indo smoke in it, |
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I trip in a minute |
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Crazy holy doctor holding me 'cause |
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I be rocking |
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BSewing up like monopoly, nobody's stopping me |
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Dig it, Funkdafied like |
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Brat, how's that? |
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I stick and move on tracks while |
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I smoke a twenty sack |
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Who said the |
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E can't rock? |
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That's bullshit |
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Suck my dick and get a big fat lick of my balls |
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You wanna brawl? |
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Punk I thought not |
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You might get beat down and stomped like |
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SasquatchYour girl, like |
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Keith Sweat, |
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I wanna fuck her |
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Psych, I already stuck her |
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I got rhymes to make your whole head swell up |
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Here's an icepack homeboy shut the hell up |
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I rock the mic with |
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Too Short, y'all niggaz know what's happening |
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Everything he touch goes platinum, yeah |
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I made a half a million in a week |
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And every nigga on the street got a tape playing me |
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You can't believe it? |
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Erick Sermon, rolling with |
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ShortRolled from |
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California all the way to |
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New YorkIn big |
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Benzes, G-50 up |
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Now we trying to squash all that east west stuff |
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We spent years in the studio making funky tracks |
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Signed a bunch of niggaz with some tight ass raps |
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It's like |
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Father Dom, it's like |
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Keith Murray |
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Making millionaires but it ain't no hurry' |
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Cause we all in it for the long run |
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I won't leave the studio until a song's done |
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And ain't nothing really hard about getting my cash |
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A big phat house with a million stash |
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You other niggaz got this rap game distorted |
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Giving DATs to the label, straight getting shorted |
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Claim you're getting paid but |
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I can't tell |
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You keep rapping in my ear got me mad as hell |
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You talk a good game but |
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I don't believe in you |
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Be smoking lotta blunts but |
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I got more weed than you |
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I guess I see you on the charts in the meanwhile |
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Another face in the crowd plus some freestyle |
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Wishing you could be in the light |
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Promoters pay me ten |
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G's just to breathe on the mic |
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Bitch, Short |
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Dawg putting it down with the |
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E DoubleShh, you remind me of my phat gold chain |
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Some of y'all are just small change |
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Be a boss with true true game, yeah, yeah |
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Dig this y'all, my music is dangerous |
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Atomic Dog, coming through the smog with |
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Short Dawg |
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Ahh, quick with the trig |
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Jack be nimble |
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I shoot like |
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G Mob goes lifting through my window |
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Chik, chik, pow, how you like me now? |
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The man in the mirror it don't get no clearer |
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Short Dawg, the |
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E Double and |
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Breed we roll thick |
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Like girls in |
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C.A.U. with the good power- |
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UOww, money is the key to fame |
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So I can live it up with the girls on |
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Soul Train |
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The impact, major league dough like |
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Dave Justice |
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Yo Breed, |
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Short Dawg, show em how we bust this |
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Like some true pioneers, don't forget it |
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Put the money on the table, let's split it |
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We got enough |
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G's here to make us both happy |
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Tell them fans we ain't running no coke factory |
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It's Short |
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Dawg the real pimp of the century |
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Girls get wet every time somebody mention me |
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I was known for my macking back in eighty-four |
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I want it all, that's what |
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I keep stacking for |
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Have things that a rapper never dreamed of having |
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And I can tell them how to get it just keep rapping |
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Life's a battle, headed for the new sun |
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So many ways to get paid, you got ta choose one |
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Now some of the ways to get paid out is running your mouth |
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That street life will keep me tight, |
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I'm talking 'bout |
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Getting green, dolla, dolla bills y'all |
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That's on the real, something you can feel y'all |
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Many claim to have game but you can get that on sale |
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But ain't nothing they selling to you but |
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Arbor and |
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GailI mean |
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Sprinkle Me homey 'cause |
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I'm 'bout dollars and cents |
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And if you ain't hauling dollars, well, you ain't holler |
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In FlintI'd rather dip dip dive, so socialize |
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Get loot from the |
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Great Lakes, |
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West to Eastside |
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You tramp, trick, hach, |
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I spitUndergrade if you ain't getting paid like this |
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The hours of the |
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ATL paves my name |
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Spitting Mr. |
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Macker izzer are you still in the game |
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See, I gets paid by the movement of the cut |
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I've been summoned by the cancer, to testify and bless |
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It's that, big mack, like scripture is a phat |
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Kodeje?So hide your hoe from me |
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Southern ambassador, knocking at your door |
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Leading a click that's true, checking knowing all fifty-two |
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See, all you tricks, best behave |
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It's that |
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Southern nigga mack from the city of the brave |
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I got the platinum caul, yes, yes, y'all, so plant me |
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With the green and them hoes and we can big ball |
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Yeah, now we rolling four deep, double dosing |
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Relaxing and maxing to |
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Short and these beats |
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E Double, |
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Short Dawg, |
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Kool AceIn the place and be all but bring you straight horror |
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Representing money, buy you some nigga |
