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[Timbaland] |
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C'mon ah what? Ah, what? |
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C'mon, ah, what? Ah, what? |
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C'mon, c'mon, ah, what? |
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Ah, 1 Life 2 Live, what? |
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Ah, what? |
| [1 Life] |
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Live, huh? Yeah |
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Y'all cats ain't ready, I'm just too much |
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When I was young, my mamma said I used to cuss too much |
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If I ain't known you twenty years, I don't trust you much |
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Roll with nuthin' but thugs and hustlers, yeah |
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I don't care if they crackin' down |
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I'mma drug graduate without the caps and gowns |
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I used to have a thing for buying gats and pounds |
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And I laugh in my rhymes cuz you cats is clowns |
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[Babe Blue] |
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Smash you down, patch you down |
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We take yo guns and we blast yo' round |
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Pass the crown to the new female king |
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This is real dog, you nuthin' but a Lee Nail thing |
| [1 Life] |
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Like the end of the world |
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We put it all to a stop and |
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Chicken heads and dimes, yeah, they all gon' flock |
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And you go against us and you all gonna flop |
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When we reign, you gon' need more than a mop |
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[All] |
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- Can't nobody do it like we do |
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(What what what what what) |
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Can't nobody do it like we do |
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(What what what what) |
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Can't nobody do it like we do |
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(What what what what what) |
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Can't nobody do it like y'all do |
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(What what what what) |
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When we spit, yo we never run outta rounds |
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This is lifeball not football, you outta bounds |
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Since some of you people's houses I be cruisin' around |
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Slow it down cuz I think that I'm losing you now |
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For those that's not lost, tell y'all hoe's to stop |
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Cuz the union is in here, toast it up |
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When they shoot you suppose to duck |
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Look at them by the bar posing drunk |
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(Say what?) |
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[Babe Blue] |
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We don't care who we toast in here |
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We get you for how much you gross this year |
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You not a punk, you suppose to fear |
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Better not come out until the coast is clear |
| [1 Life] |
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Totin' beer, you hatin', sayin' how they get a deal that fast |
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But even without this rap game I still have cash |
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My mommy wears a money wiz, I'm trickin' buying Vickey Secret |
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Just to cover her punani hair |
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[Repeat 1] |
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[Lil' Man] |
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Uh oh, you didn't think I was coming |
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My people can't stand for the little man |
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To rock without or with bad |
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I can determine what chu gon' do |
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Are ya gon' play it? Are ya gon' move? |
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The party ain't gon' start if ya don't dance |
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I don't care if you leave, but you still be my man |
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I don't get mad over silly pettyness |
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I say to hell with it, say oh well with it |
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Timbaland is known watch him make ya move ya feet |
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Make dope beats, rhyming sound so unique |
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His Beats are like Sean Archer and Caster Troy |
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Ya need the same identity to find how he soars |
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He's the wicked man, the wicked just begun |
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Call him Timbaland the resurrection |
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Clear-ese |
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Don't try to hide from ya fear |
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Clear-ese |
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Don't ya hear the set got in ya ear? |
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Clear-ese |
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This is the love man you're talking to |
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Clear-ese |
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His beats are dope, I try to tell you |
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Can't nobody see us in the nine eight |
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Or the nine nine |
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(Freaky freaky) |
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You're late |
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(Freaky) You're late |
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(Freaky) You're late |
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(Hey girls and guys) |
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You're late |
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[Repeat 1] |
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[Repeat 1] |
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Like y'all, the public |
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Is y'all the public |
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Ya do it so well |
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This goes out to y'all |
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Quiet Storm, Z-man |
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1 Life 2 Live |
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Little Man |
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Wanna thank y'all |
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For makin' us |
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Who we are today |
