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(feat. Remedy, Lounge Mode & Crunch Lo) |
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(Intro: Lounge Mode) |
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Walk with us... Code:Red, speak up |
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(Lounge Mode) |
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I'mma set it from the front of the door and let it be known |
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That I'm, settin' it straight and I'm comin' back home |
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Cuz I told ya'll, the tank top hustle a lot |
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But I'm a little dude and I still muscle the block |
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(Crunch Lo) |
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Aiyo, we comin' for the blocks, the aves and the streets |
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The team stay on the grind cuz the fam gotta eat |
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Dimes get bagged and sealed like it was work |
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And ain't nothin' safe get ya teflon *******rt |
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(Remedy) |
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Street life, drugs *******t, money comes in bundles |
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Thug *******t, and terratorial rumbles |
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Guns and in vintage, Don sweaters |
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We love phat whips, exotic *****es, new Code:Red leathers |
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(Cappadonna) |
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Aiyo, my hood hate theyself |
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The *****es love Don', cuz they mate theyself |
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And *****z can't snake me, so they snake theyself |
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And they just ******* to me, they rape theyself and they take theyself |
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(Chorus 4X: all w/ variouos ad-libs) |
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Money, cash, flows and *****es! |
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(Crunch Lo) |
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Aiyo, it's busy on the strip and they ain't too much rule |
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So how many M.C.'s must I consume? |
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Open up a ***** like a ******* womb |
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So *****, call ya orangutang Goons and baboons |
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(Remedy) |
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Who the ***** are you? That'll crew with me and two |
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Maybe more, can't come, *****, kick down your door, son |
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You can have beef and not know it |
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Some gas in a bottle with a rag, then light it and throw it |
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(Cappadonna) |
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We love, grindin' the honies and makin' the moneys |
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Toss it up, lovely, breakin' the twenties |
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And broke crews for a rap song, bakin' the sunnies |
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Lay back lovely, shakin' the bunnies |
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(Lounge Mode) |
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It's the reason why they put me here, to blast off |
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Cuz the rap game suck and I'm ready to crash course |
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With an O-1 'Rari, smoked and tinted |
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Who you know that shoot best when he's smoked and bented? |
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(Chorus 4X) |
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(Remedy) |
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Yo, I'll jump in my whip, yo and run you over |
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Pass the ***** and the Dutch to the ciga-r roller |
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From the Stat', with the shoulder strap holder |
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***** Beans, ***** Free, ***** The Roc and Hova |
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(Lounge Mode) |
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***** the cops and The Roc, I'mma do whatever |
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I come through rock a little wear, shoot who ever |
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It's a Struggle, that's why I told ya'll I bubble |
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Buck a thing, bust a thing, if you see I'm in trouble |
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(Crunch Lo) |
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Aiyo, I spit like a baby, a dog with the rabbies |
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Bowlin' hot gravy, get spilled we too ill |
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With the pill, emphatic slam |
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Crunch to the Lo, to the rap, from the Stat's who I am |
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(Cappadonna) |
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Code:Red Entertainment |
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I'm not just a client, I'm also acquinted |
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Real respect real and it's all non-tainted |
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Handcuffed in the courtroom, bitin' the plaintiff |
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Run from the arraignment |
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(Chorus 4X) |
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(Outro: Lounge Mode) |
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Yeah, man, aiyo Slash |
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You tell Jay, right, that we gon' get this joint poppin' right |
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Lo gon' come with us in a minute, call Shockey up |
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And then we gon' rock it out, knawhatimean? |
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So, just in case, you got bucked, you make sure he got that thing |
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And we gon' move, let's go baby, right here, move.. |
