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INTRO (Choclair) |
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Everybody's got something to say |
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Everybody's got something to do |
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Something to talk about |
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"Whenever I move, eyes glued" <-- Choclair |
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Everybody wants to try and draw cards |
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They ain't got nothing to shuffle |
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And if they got some cards they playing with nothing but jokers |
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(Choclair) |
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My attitude on the whole is, f**k dumb shit |
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My niggas stay suave so f**k a dumb bitch |
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And niggaz who be actin like they bitches |
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And bitches who actin like they niggaz, but they still a bitch |
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Don't make my long finger itch, |
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Come bitch and complain |
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Make my back strain |
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No dough to contol you further |
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Pirate niggaz, wild for the night |
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Bre-X motherf**kers, whenever I move eyes glued |
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And always got something to prove |
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I could care less about your attitude |
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And what you think about us |
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I stay focus cause greedy cats always chase us |
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We all tryin to bust, so stick and move, stick and move |
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Nigga on our train just because of our grooves |
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Other niggaz call names to bypass dues |
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Nigga I see you I just choose not to address |
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You, your wack crew, your whole flop set |
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Imagine I was unsigned and had more respect |
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I was gone for some time but still the first on your breath |
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You haven't done shit |
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I hate to see the next man rise |
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Crack your oven but I'm done |
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Surprise! |
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CHORUS X2 (Choclair) (Saukrates) |
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(What you want, from me) |
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(Nigga, Nigga) |
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When ever I move eyes glued |
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I drop shit whether it's smooth or hard dude |
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Leave you all confused |
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When ever I move eyes glued |
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(Choclair) |
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Now some cats tried to f**k with big dogs |
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But forget a dog'll tear them with one slam in their jaw |
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I got my own thing never rumage through yours |
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Mine soars like an eagle, yours is floored as paws |
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Unappealin' like a cold sore, a blemish |
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On your whole track record, you apoligize |
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Want me on your side, nah f**k it |
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Take it back you got wack shit, don't associate |
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Was a nice guy 'til niggaz tried to hit the gate |
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You was all diet and now your hands reach for my plate |
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But, you can't eat my food duke, too spicy |
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Got a long belly on the industry |
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Flip burgers to pasteries |
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Look at me with your long teeth |
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Bitin' on my word lookin for raw beats |
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Bitches gettin mad when they call me |
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'YOU DIDN'T RETURN MY PAGE' |
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Bitch I been on the road for 4 weeks, cool off |
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When I get there, I'mma break you off |
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Niggaz actin hard but they soft |
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Cause they more space then lost |
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And more race then cars |
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Hatin me 'cause i do tours |
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Long dick givin' y'all a long kiss goodbye |
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CHORUS |
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(Choclair) |
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This was meant for a few |
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Some was individualized |
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'Cause niggas insist to chastized and chastize |
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I still penetrate like I'm between two thighs |
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My conglomorates takin' down your whole opera-tion |
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Niggas who hate to make themselves sound great |
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Stun cats 'cause my system draw cats like Bayton |
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You hear me son, can't compete wit the suave dog |
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Circle enterprise is the clique |
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Wanna be me Mistique your hoe |
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Your story's untold why me? |
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6 foot 1, a bill seventy |
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I'm the logo when exposed I come heavily |
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Is it me, (or is it my personality) |
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Is it me, or is it my personality |
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That make you all envious of us quick to bust |
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Like a dick getting sucked by 2 dutch, with big tits and blonde heads |
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You straight pussy nuff said |
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What you want from me? |
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(Nigga, nigga) |