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Yeah |
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As a shorty playing in the front yard of the crib |
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Fell down, and I bumped my head |
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Somebody helped me up and asked me if I bumped my head |
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I said "Yeah" |
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So then they said "Oh so that mean we gon, you gon switch it on em'?" |
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I said "Yeah, Flipmode, Flipmode is the greatest" |
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Knowing as a shorty, I was always told |
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That if I ain't gon' be part of the greatest |
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I gotta be the greatest myself |
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C'mon C'mon, Yeah, C'mon |
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Yeah nigga what, what a surprise |
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Get ya sumn', make a nigga close both of your eyes |
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All my niggas gettin' money capitalize |
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Die little small guy, we on the rise |
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Everything a nigga touch platinumize |
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Fully equipped, you know we come wit' all the supplies |
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Got a big gun, and I'ma show you the size |
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You fuck wit' any of my Flipmode family ties |
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Me and my niggaz be comin' through stalkin' you out |
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Killin' off any and everything you talkin' about |
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See you in the club, now we walkin' you out |
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Shoulda' thought twice 'fo you went and opened your mouth |
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Yo, anyway we stay keepin it movin' |
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Fuckin' with the wrong nigga, hope you know what you doin' |
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Now blame me, all the same niggas is lame |
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It's not a game, makin' names still splittin' your frames! |
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[Chorus:] |
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Y'all niggas had enough? |
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Gimme some more |
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Y'all niggas want the wild shit? |
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Gimme some more |
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Yo Spliff where the weed at? |
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Gimme some more |
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I know ya'll niggas need that |
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Gimme some more |
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Even though we getting money you can |
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Gimme some more |
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With the cars and the big crib |
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Gimme some more |
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Everybody spread love |
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Gimme some more |
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If you want it let me hear you say |
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Gimme some more |
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Flash with a rash gimme my cash flickin my ash |
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Runnin' with my money son go out with a blast |
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Do what you want, a nigga's cuttin' the corner |
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You fuckin' up, oh to go ahead and meet the reporter |
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Yo, she tellin' news on how you switch to a bitch |
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Little fake funny style, nigga chill with a snitch |
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So now I pass and trait over your blood and to ask you |
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Make a little room for me and all my niggas to pass through |
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Cartier, Sidney Poitier, hooray shit |
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What with all my niggas from around the way shit |
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When I come through you niggas know I do my thing |
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Bring more shit that generate money, chi-ching |
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Arrest you lyrically flow and caress you |
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Bless you, then a nigga come to your rescue |
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While you assume a nigga blossom and bloom |
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I'm comin' soon hit you with a boom gimme some room! |
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[Chorus] |
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Yo, live nigga shit know what I mean |
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I represent while we gettin' money and reign supreme |
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Hope you niggas know we comin' through full steam |
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Can't see you better turn on your high beam |
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All my niggas while I'm ringing the sireen |
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Flipmode be the glory niggas on my team |
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Never should you ever try to fuck wit' my cream |
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I O.D when my shit get all in your bloodstream |
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Everytime we be rippin' it be blowing it down |
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Blowing you off fuckin' wit' the hottest niggas around |
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Like it's when me and my people run through your town |
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Holdin' it down takin' a while and then gimme my crown |
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Ay, yo! All my people need to come and surround |
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A nigga be hittin' so much it make you fall on the ground |
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Sure to make you shout that's what I be all about |
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Turnin' you out makin' all you niggas fall out! |
