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作词 : Barclift, Dean, Santiago |
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[Dwnlzy] Where my skateboarding *************s at? [Chorus 2x: Dwnlzy] |
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I know you heard, know you heard |
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I know you *************s heard |
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Know you heard, know you heard |
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I know you ******* heard |
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I know you all heard |
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Know you heard, know you heard |
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What what what what what what what what! |
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Tell me you heard! [N.O.R.E.] |
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And I wasn't there, but if |
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I was Yo, yo, yo, yo pull that ************* over, snatch the ************* out the |
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Rover Dat dat dat, gun shots all over |
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There'd been a lot more gun shots goin off then they was |
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You see my stomach all round, my ************* all big |
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So, tell 'em hoes to fix they wig |
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And my guns come mixed like |
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Robin kids |
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N.O. ************* ya wife, snatch ya ice |
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And my coke come white, like |
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Barkley wife |
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Can't stand how, these *************s be frontin |
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Dumpin off 8 shots, ain't hurtin nuttin |
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And who gives a ************* bout, who's spirits is better? |
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Me and Swizz with another one, hot forever |
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As long as my *************t is **** when |
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I put it together |
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And you can call |
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Violator, for show that you whoof |
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I like a Swizz beat, *************t already come with a hook, it go [Chorus] |
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Yo, yo, yo, aiyyo it's hope sittin, mother*******s know me [N.O.R.E.] |
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Everytime |
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I drop an album, *************s |
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O.D. Though |
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I send slugs at ya, and ruin your day |
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And I'ma straight sergeon, |
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I'll change ya face up |
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Your like "man there's holes in me, it won't go away" |
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You'll have no ear, when |
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I lace ya shape up |
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And if you even met me, you just a lucky ************* |
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Cause really |
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N.O., I don't ************* with *************s |
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And 9 times out of 10 they gon usually pop |
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*************s always talk about how much jewels they got |
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But ************* |
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I talk guns, that's usually hot |
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Man, I be spittin like these *************s is dead |
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It's like herpes, it won't go away, it stay hot |
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Cause I'ma get my money, these *************s is dead |
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So what, I be hype, |
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I be ready to buc |
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From the closet, |
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I keep my ****** gear in the truck, it go [N.O.R.E.] [Chorus] |
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Yo, yo, yo, got the |
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Lap Truck, tell them hoes to lap up |
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Hit me on the 2-way, my phone is tapped up |
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I got the feds on me, |
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I'm supplying the coke |
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But if ya hit me on the pager, then use them codes |
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And don't flash no money, |
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I act tight broke |
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Matta fact, don't even hit me, it's too much low |
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Only been a hood tour, no smoke to groove |
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Cause man, |
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I'm in this game with somethin to prove |
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No promotions, lucky when we hit the news |
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I was on a record label that loved to loose |
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Beef, it don't bother us, we got |
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God with us |
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Rip some pieces of *************s, we got ' |
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Card with us |
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Man, Swizz'd drop it, |
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I'm ready to do it |
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Don't think a ************* nice, these *************s is stupid |
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Man, signed a deal, rap'd sell |
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And these *************s straight gay, these *************s is squeel, it go [Chorus] |