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[Chorus]Why you lean when you walk, look mean when you talk |
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Keep that green in the vault -- we some gangsters nigga |
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White tees on the block, 23's on the drop |
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And you keep them thangs cocked -- cause we some gangsters nigga[Master P] |
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My lifestyle gangster, |
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I'm from the gutter, the bottom nigga |
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I learned the game but it wasn't from |
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Godfather[Pop] |
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Pop'll slide up beside ya nigga, take ya block nice |
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My neighborhood like |
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I'm Mr. Rogers, nigga[Master P] |
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Nigga here to "Lean Back," but you know |
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I'm not Joey nigga |
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I give you work, better pay me what you owe me nigga[Pop] |
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Befo' a nigga expose the trigger |
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And have you mobbin it like you gone off of 'dro and liquor[Master P] |
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I'm a bonafide hustler, certified gangster |
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Wile E. Coyote keep one up in the chamber[Pop] |
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To bang your frame up, hot thang rearranger |
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My pistol pointin at niggaz like |
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Mystikal, "DANGER!" |
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And momma told me not to talk to strangers |
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So I let the heat speak out and bark to strangers |
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I got that |
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Doublemint heat, how |
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I pack two thangs |
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And red hot, now let the |
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Black Sopranos spend knot[Chorus][Verse Two] |
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It ain't hard to tell, you know |
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I get cake |
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The sound system in my six-fo' sound like |
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I kidnapped a earthquake |
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The Jakes want me off the road |
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Cause I got enough bricks to land me in jail without parole |
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Don't fold under pressure, |
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I don't even do my own dirt |
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I got connects with the mob out in |
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RussiaI'll rush ya, blast the 8, fuck bein grimy |
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I'm too cute to get a scar on my face |
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I spend cake like a fashionable dude |
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Catch me, |
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G'd up, in a |
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P. Miller khaki suit |
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It's No Limit how |
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I'm movin these pies |
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The Chuck |
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Taylor patent leather, with a pic of |
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Eazy-E on the side |
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I'ma ride, fuck tuckin my jewels and the chain |
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Got a cross, that's brighter than a |
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Harvard student |
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I'm improvin, gettin better |
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Took off the chinchilla |
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I'm in mink like a smooth guerilla[Chorus][Verse Three] |
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Okay, the definition of a |
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GANGSTER, mouth closed |
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Guns out, clip loaded, aim lock shots bang ya |
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Never serve shit to a stranger |
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Undercovers comin in for arrangers, watch for the danger |
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Watch for them haters they filled with anger |
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They try to steal your shine if they can't steal your paper |
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Niggaz mad cause the kid doin it major |
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I'm gunnin for the top, gun cocked with the laser[Ruga] |
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They call me young |
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Rug', yeah that's my name |
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I do work for |
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P. Miller, |
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No Limit the game |
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You C-Murder on the block, it's the |
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Soldiers mayne |
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Black Sopranos leave you slumped in the car of your dreams |
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And my location, |
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I'm in the |
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Cali breeze |
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Smokin on that good, no stems no seeds |
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I lay low with the baddest brawl |
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I got a record deal but the hood still breakin me off[Chorus] |
