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I swear this famous shit just happened overnight |
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For sho' these hoes was so uptight but now they so polite |
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All I see is fake love, smiles, and overbites |
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But I'm pimpin' nigga, Dolemite |
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I remember when I was like ten, maybe nine |
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Ricky had a deuce-deuce two shotti pumps with a baby nine |
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Busta had the rhymes, Puffy had the shine |
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Bone thugs had more thugs but that was the shit that made me rhyme |
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Wassup, what's on your mind? Hol' up, I'm feeling fine |
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Locs got me blind, thuggin' like I'm Eazy-E up in his prime |
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Another young nigga with a attitude |
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I guess that's why the practice kept me after school |
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Roaches on the wall, roaches on the dresser |
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Everybody had roaches but our roaches ain't respect us |
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On the park bench playing checkers, sipping nectar |
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Girbaud jeans with hologram straps and reflectors |
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We had cookouts and dirt bikes and dice games and fist fights |
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French And fries and shootouts like one cig with two rounds |
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And click left two down, that's four kids but one lived |
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Left three dead, but one split, that one snitch |
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That's everyday shit, shit we used to that |
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Add it up, do the math with your stupid ass |
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Don't view me as no conscious cat, this ain't no conscious rap |
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Fuck the conscious crap, my mac'll push your conscious back |
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I do this for my culture, penny, nickels in the sofa |
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Mommy watching Oprah, daddy in the kitchen whipping soda |
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Cook, connect, then Sosa, Spanish chick by Ola hit it in the chocha |
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With the Testarossa, hit Daytona, fuck the law, we soldiers |
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I'm bout it bout it, nigga ain't shit sweet about me |
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The baddest bitches on the block be even speakin' bout me |
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I'm so thuggish ruggish bringin' ruckus knuckin' if you buckin' |
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Young and thuggin', buggin' showing out in public, but you love it |
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I only got one vision, that's for kids in every color, religion |
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That listen, that you gotta beat the system, continue to fuck up the prison |
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They try to blind our vision, but we all got children and siblings |
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You my brother, you my kin, fuck the color of your skin |
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Back once again, chilling in the back of the Lac with a pass or the gin |
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Finna ask can I pass to her friend |
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then a nigga smash |
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I'll be damned if I ask her again |
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Gold slabs on the Lac when I spin |
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then it's back to the back of the Benz |
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lean back in the back with the Henn |
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And a crap when I tap that that then attack |
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never tax, never that that |
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max on the ends, spend ends |
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I remember way back when |
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a mothafucka used to have to borrow cash from my friends, friends |
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Just to put a snack up in the fridge, when I'm on, I swear to God I'll pay you back |
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Now the kids all look up to me, them bitches wanna fuck with me |
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My idols say what's up to me, from ug-a-ly to comfortably |
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Suddenly |
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It all changed man |
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It was just like yesterday |
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Times was so ugly |
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And now I'm comfortable |
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I just only can thank God |
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Suddenly |
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Everything changed before my eyes |
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By my surprise |
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A$AP |
