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(187, 187, 187) (Who's next?) [Intro - Chopped and Screwed Voice - talking behind Chorus - w/ ad libs] |
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Screwed Up |
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Click You know what this means, right? |
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Clover G! |
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Let's go Yeah, |
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I'm too real to be an actor |
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Ya dig? You know who you are |
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You be home, you behind the mic |
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Not me though [Chorus] "Nigga's a threat, too real to be an actor" - |
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This ain't a movie, this more like a screenplay |
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Cause on the real |
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I went to the block each day (for real) |
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The G way, so hit me on my three way |
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Look if you want to live, you better take it easy |
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You jump, fly with me, |
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I clip your wings off |
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You violate me again, |
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I infa beam y'all |
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This H-Town, the home of the trunk poppers |
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Oh and I'm on that kush nigga, |
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I'm a funk doctor |
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I make hits in the streets and in the booth |
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So keep playin |
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I'll put one on you (YOU) |
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I'm tatted up, cause |
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I love takin pain |
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I give my artist's a cheat and tell 'em "keep the change" |
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I ain't petty player, |
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I buy the whole thang |
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My work pure since you want to talk blow man |
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I got that shit that made |
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Len Bias overdose |
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Yours truly, the |
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King of the |
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Third Coast [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Chamillionaire] |
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Yo, it's Koopa baby, uh |
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Jackers pay attention and don't get the script confused |
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Cause I promise |
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Black & Decker ain't gon' miss you with the tools |
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Better duck before you lose, like |
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McDuck or |
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Mr. Scrooge |
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I ain't givin away a golden cent or nothin to you fools |
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Clownin on the camera, tryin to get you on the news |
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Sometimes the cloest ones, the ones who tryin to see you lose |
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They say that "Family Matters" tell |
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Urkel that |
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I'm the truth |
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Cause I'm a be a "Family Guy" 'til |
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Stewie get it misconstrued |
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Scratchin off the serial, materials get thrown away |
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For jackers |
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I got that cereal, |
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I'm pourin out the |
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Special K |
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Don't get blown away, plot and you will bowl away |
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From no one just with a |
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Cheerio size hole to stay |
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Homie it ain't no debate, some |
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Pirelli's known to hate |
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So I had to motivate a set of |
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O's to hold my swangs |
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Tippin on my rollerblades, head to toe way on them thangs |
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Tickets just get thrown away like |
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I was supposed to pay [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Lil' Flip] |
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Look, aye it's way too late to try to make peace |
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Just be glad they didn't find your ass on the streets |
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First they said |
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H-Town wasn't gonna blow |
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But we proved 'em wrong, even |
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Bun B went gold |
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I'm Michael |
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Phelps, the way |
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I swim up in your wife |
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Look I'm the reason her juice box ain't tight (Who the King of Houston?), y'all better say me |
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Cause Def |
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Jam Vendetta is the only way you'll play me [Verse 4 - Chamillionaire] |
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NBA Live 2006, only way that they'll play me |
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I was born to be a boss and you just a trainee |
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In money that we trust, so you can trust in me |
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Cause I am money, you should see how much |
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I clutched this week |
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They say that money talks, so you can trust this speech |
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It's Barack |
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O'Balla baby, let's do lunch, let's feast |
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Landlord of the |
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H, let's discuss this lease |
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If you in |
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Texas and you leanin, then adjust your seat, for |
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Pimp C [Chorus - w/ ad libs] [Outro - Lil' Flip - talking] |
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Hey, we too real man |
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For real, yeah |
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Too real to be an actor, man (187, 187, who's next?) 187, who's next? |
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Hahaha Hey |
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Cham man It feel good to be amongst the platinum elite club baby |
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Hey let 'em know |
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The grind don't stop, |
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Flipgates, |
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Chamillionaire |
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It's Volume 4, right? |
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Hey Cham man, let these niggaz know man |
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I'm fuckin with these beats now 682-561-8900 |