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Hmm, I'm goin' down down baby, yo' street in a Range Rover |
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(C'mon) |
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Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go |
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(Hot shit) |
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Shimmy shimmy cocoa what? Listen to it pound |
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Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now |
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I'm goin' down, down baby, yo' street in a Range Rover |
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Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go |
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Shimmy shimmy cocoa what? Listen to it pound |
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Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now |
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Mmm, you can find me, in St. Louis rollin' on dubs |
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Smokin' on dubs in clubs, blowin' up like cocoa puffs |
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Sippin' Bud, gettin' perved and getting dubbed |
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Daps and hugs, mean mugs and shoulder shrugs |
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And it's all because, 'ccumulated enough scratch |
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Just to navigate it, wood decorated on chrome |
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And it's candy painted, fans fainted, while I'm entertainin' |
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Wild ain't it? How me and money end up hangin' |
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I hang with Hannibal Lector |
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(Hot shit!) |
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So feel me when I bring it, sing it loud |
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(What?) |
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I'm from the Loop and I'm proud |
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Run a mile for the cause |
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I'm righteous above the law, Playa my style's raw |
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I'm 'Born to Mack' like Todd Shaw |
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Forget the fame, and the glamour |
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Give me D's wit a rubber hammer |
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My grammar be's ebonics, gin tonic and chronic |
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Fuck bionic it's ironic, slammin' niggaz like Onyx |
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Lunatics till the day I die |
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I run more game than the Bulls and Sonics |
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I'm goin' down down baby, yo' street in a Range Rover |
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(C'mon) |
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Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go |
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(Hot shit) |
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Shimmy shimmy cocoa what? Listen to it pound |
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Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now |
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I'm goin' down, down baby, yo' street in a Range Rover |
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Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go |
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Shimmy shimmy cocoa what? Listen to it pound |
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Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now |
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Who say pretty boys can't be wild niggaz? |
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Loud niggaz, O.K. Corral niggaz |
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Foul niggaz, run in the club and bust in the crowd nigga |
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How nigga? Ask me again and it's goin' down nigga |
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Now nigga, come to the circus and watch me clown nigga |
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Pound niggaz, what you be givin' when I'm around nigga |
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Frown niggaz, talkin' shit when I leave the town nigga |
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Say now, can you hoes come out to play now |
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Hey I'm, ready to cut you up any day now |
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Play by, my rules Boo and you gon' stay high |
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May I, answer yo' Third Question like A.I. |
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Say hi, to my niggaz left in the slamma |
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From St. Louis to Memphis, from Texas back up to Indiana, Chi-Town |
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K.C. Motown to Alabama, L-A, New York Yankee niggaz to Hotlanta |
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'ouisiana, all my niggaz wit 'Country Grammar' |
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Smokin blunts in Savannah, blow thirty mill' like I'm Hammer |
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I'm goin' down down baby, yo' street in a Range Rover |
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(C'mon) |
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Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go |
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(Hot shit) |
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Shimmy shimmy cocoa what? Listen to it pound |
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Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now |
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I'm goin down, down baby, yo' street in a Range Rover |
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Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go |
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Shimmy shimmy cocoa what? Listen to it pound |
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Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now |
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Let's show these cats to make these millions |
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So you niggaz quit actin' silly, mon |
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Kid quicker than Billy, mon |
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Talkin' really and I need it mon |
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Flows I kick 'em freely mon, 'specially off Remi, mon |
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Keys to my Beemer, mon, holla at Beenie Man |
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See me, mon, cheifin' rollin' deeper than any mon |
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Through Jennings mon, through U-City back up to Kings land |
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Wit nice niggaz, sheist niggaz who snatch yo' life niggaz |
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Trife niggaz, who produce and sell the same beat twice, nigga |
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(Hot shit) |
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Ice niggaz, all over close to never sober |
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From broke to havin' brokers my price Range is Rover |
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Now I'm knockin' like Jehovah, let me in now, let me in now |
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Bill Gates, Donald Trump, let me in now |
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Spin now, I got money to lend my friends now |
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We in now, candy Benz, Kenwood and 10\"s now |
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I win now, fuckin' lesbian twins now |
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Seein' now, through the pen I make my ends now |
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I'm goin down down baby, yo' street in a Range Rover |
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(C'mon) |
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Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go |
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(Hot shit) |
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Shimmy shimmy cocoa what? Listen to it pound |
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Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now |
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I'm goin down, down baby, yo' street in a Range Rover |
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Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go |
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Shimmy shimmy cocoa what? Listen to it pound |
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Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now |