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[Verse One:] |
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[Tripp Loc] |
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I'm ridin high wit Warren G, Wayniac sendin back G funk like we should be (So |
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what's up then?). Fresh back from the other side of the country gon for two |
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weeks |
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but then it seems like eternity. I must admitt Amsterdam is the shit got the |
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bomb |
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at the coffee shop, keep us niggas lit. Came to speak kick my shit get the |
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dividends, ball at the Pound Arena on the weekends. And think about the |
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things |
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people do, stay true and watch out for the devil tryin to get you. It's the |
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Tripp ya |
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gotta feel my combo, need on the records yo I'm like pronto. I let it flow |
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like a pro, |
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prepare for the worst, I got you hooked on only one verse. So when it drop |
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and |
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doin it'll groove ya, Twinz in da house and ya know we're gon move ya. |
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[Chorus:] |
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Just lay on back, |
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Fire up a sack, |
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And keep my conversation. |
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(Staying real is the key for me you see, yeah) |
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Won't steal ya on, |
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'Long as you stay strong, |
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And keep my conversation. |
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(So take a journey wit me |
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so you can see what I see) |
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[Verse Two:] |
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[Wayniac] |
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I kinda know what you mean and it's a trip how we went all over the world I'm |
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seeing things I never saw. And only better to understand, that life ain't |
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easy for the |
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woman or the man. So I continue on the journey for life, holdin on stay |
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strong for |
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the next breed of mine to fight. It's only right I do what I can do than hand |
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you the |
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blueprints the evidence to better get. What you need is some sense of |
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direction |
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without this stress, we know the world is a mess. So as I ride I'm layin back |
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flippin |
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day by day runnin play by play for a brighter day. But it seems I can't let |
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go of my |
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ways 'cuz others stay jealous about my pay, but anyway. Stay smart and never |
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fall up in that trap, if you want it go and get it like Tripp and the |
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Wayniac. |
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[Chorus] |
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[Verse Three:] |
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[Tripp Loc] |
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You see it's all in a day's work, and some's there to get em gon to get it, |
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can you |
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dig it. I gotta have it touched down and go for to lovin every minute that |
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I'm chillin |
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wit my crew (lounge), we do what we gotta do and it's a shame with the game |
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put |
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a young black nigga through. So take it from the Loc, everybody wanna get |
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paid |
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nobody wanna be broke, I hope. I rest my case, I'm off to the paper chase, no |
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time to waste, I need it so they stay. A nigga's in the driver's seat, must |
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be the |
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beat to make my freak complete, when I speak nuttin but dopey. Come on and |
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creep and get a piece of my potion full of motion, got ya floatin. It's like |
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smoke |
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and hella get whatchu need and the Twinz set ya mind at ease. |
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[Chorus x2] |
