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[Chorus: repeat 2X] |
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I am the king of the city, top down windows |
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I'm Puffin like Diddy |
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Ridin cause the haters face mad, team gritty |
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Honk your horn twice if your missies lookin pretty |
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[Nelly] |
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Well if you run wit your niggas, then I walk with my killas |
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Mo you will never have a winning hand, yeah as long as I'm the dealer |
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What you feelin (uh) you sure you want some |
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Brought my slums, cats play like rums |
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Money in large sums, navigators and guns |
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Baby mamas wit sons |
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Ain't afraid to let you have it |
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If you trip with their loved ones (you tripled your fare) |
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What I hear most is no, no |
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You best get on your mark, get set, go, go |
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Like Jagged Edge Ieave ya more Def than So So |
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Type of person continue short sit in the front row |
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Get your hands out my pocket |
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You don't want just blow, blow |
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The only bird I get wit more is the doe-doe |
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They be like oh, oh |
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It's what they screamin from the back |
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Hey timber, is when I hit 'em wit the axe |
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Put ya gun away |
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And you might live to see another day |
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Come in head, run and done, bustin like andele |
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[Chorus - 2X] |
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Asked around you got a Range |
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(boy I been had wheels) |
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Aiyyo you think you gotta little change |
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(yeah my dirties love me truly) |
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I remember you use to shoot that thang |
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(ya never knew me) |
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Ya used to claim gangs (uh-huh) |
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[Keyuan] |
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Yo, when I rock Vokal its either Timb's or Nikes |
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When I step in my Prada I'ma rock the ice |
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When the 'Tics do a show I'ma rock the mic |
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Born in "New Jack City" like Wesley Snipes |
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Drive a SS M.C with racing stripes |
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Runinn two P's of L.G, flip it twice |
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Hang round with cats who bust and they don't think twice |
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Nothing but dome shots no coming back twice |
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All I knew was hustling and rolling the dice |
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Scraping up dimes for whole-orders of China Men Rice |
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Now I sacrificed my life for publishing rights |
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Hoping everything gonna be aight |
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[Murphy Lee] |
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St. Lunatics at the Superbowl |
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Top row gettin super blowed |
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Rams on the 24 second down two to go |
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Now we in the Louis tho |
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It's two below hundred degrees |
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I'm drivin about 103 |
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With a S.T.L hat on |
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Top down holdin a blunt |
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You know I'm smokin wit the windows up |
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I be the young dude |
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Chief into kung-fu, with sun-do |
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Come through, Beenie Man you don't really want to |
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How come you, think you can |
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I'm from the city where the muddy Mississippi might |
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sink you man |
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I'm getting brains in the Range |
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With the brains blown out |
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With TV's, the wood grain and them thangs rolled out |
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[Chorus - 2X] |
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[Big Lee (Ali)] |
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It's like a hot day in July |
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Just bangin when I fool guys |
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It's the credible, edible, federal when I'm high |
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On the hills on the lane |
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64 Chevy the brains |
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Blown, gone, spread foam, wood, and chrome |
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How you doin mama my name is Lee |
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I be the fabulous M.C you heard of |
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St. Lunatics word up |
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I'm like "OK", all the sun out |
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Ice down but I still pull a gun out |
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Feel that, bow down |
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It's real rap, verbally peelin cats off da map |
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Turf shake 16 bars of earthquake |
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If I do the whole song boom {*booming sound*} it's Vietnam |
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You see it wrong, so I'ma gone leave you alone |
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Put my mind back on, who I'ma bone and take home |
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Got mine, get cha own - grab a cell call Big Tone |
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Need some Air Max cuz dem boys bobbin like stone, and a... |
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[Chorus - 2X] |
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[Cedric the Entertainer] |
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Ya ready for this, it's Ced let-me-entertain-ya |
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Wassup, representing on wax |
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Talkin on record like P-Diddy |
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I'm just here hollaring for The Kings of Comedy |
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You know too sharp Steve Harvey, Bernie B. Mac |
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Keepin it on the D.L Hugley |
