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zuò cí : Bans, Shaws |
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I' m a legend in the game, you can' t replace me |
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I' m drivin' this car, don' t try to race me |
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You' ll never win, |
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I came straight from the coastline |
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I got the most albums and the most rhymes |
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I could die and you still won' t catch up |
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How you gonna step up when you let them little heffers |
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Dig in your pocket while they suckin' on your left nut |
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You a soldier? |
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Nigga I' m a vet, what? |
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I' m old school with a new style |
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Girls hear me rap and act too wild |
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But that' s how |
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I like ' em, what you wanna do now? |
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Get you all alone girl and turn you out |
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You want a man that do all he can |
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Hold your hand and take you to the promised land |
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But I refuse to help you get there |
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Good luck, |
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I hope you choose on the best player |
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Shittin' on ' em |
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I' m shittin' on ' em |
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I' m shittin' on ' em, bitch |
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She said I' m too old, get fucked it' s too late |
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She said tell hort it' s a new day |
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Bitch, I say fuck what you say |
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I' m from the |
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Old Bay and the |
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New BayWhen you make the wrong choice, who you gon' blame? |
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I' m all in your ear tellin' you the wrong thing |
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But you listen anyway, buyin' the dream |
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You know about us pimps, we be lyin' and things |
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I don' t wanna fight for the bitch |
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JoeIt' s all about the game and who can spit the most |
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I' m never too faded to hustle |
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Ball up my fists and make the muscle |
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I stay strapped, |
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I don' t wanna tussle |
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Fake ass bodyguard niggas wanna wrestle' |
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Cause you think she' s likin' me |
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She' s goin' hella stupid on this hyphy beat |
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And now you wanna fight with me? |
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Make me mad and |
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I' ma fuck your wife to be |
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I' m from the |
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Eastside where the |
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Raiders play |
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Where you get your game from? |
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I say the |
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BayYou think |
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I' ll square up? |
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You can' t be hopin' |
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I' m hard on a bitch, |
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I was trained in |
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OaklandI never turned in my player card |
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Ask anybody, they' ll say |
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I' m hardI' m shittin' on ' em |
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I' m shittin' on ' em |
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I' m shittin' on ' em |
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I' m shittin' on ' em |
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I' m shittin' on ' em, bitch |
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You so horny, tryin' to find you a bitch mayne |
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I' m hustlin', |
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I gotta stay rich mayne |
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You friendly, like to buy hoes gifts |
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But I' m mean, |
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I hit ' em with a closed fist |
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You a sucka, take a bitch on a trip |
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I kick back and send a bitch to go get my stack |
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And you' ll never do that |
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You' re weak for a bitch, you better move back |
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Why they always use you?' |
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Cause you pay ' em, that' s what they used to |
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Man, bitches everywhere |
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Treat niggaz like you like teddy bears |
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You' ll get to feel on her and touch her |
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You always with her but you still ain' t fucked her |
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You fell in love with the bitch last summer |
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I fucked her a few times then dumped her |
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You tricks, always tryin' to find you a better hoe |
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I told you never put the pussy on a pedestal |
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Them nasty little cum freaks, |
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F ' em! If they wasn' t ' bout the money |
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I left ' em |
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Burn rubber, |
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I' m drivin' fast |
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That' s my new motto ' cause it' s time to smash |
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I flew past still givin' it gas |
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Made a right turn swingin' the ass |
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I' m shittin' on ' em |
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I' m shittin' on ' em |
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I' m shittin' on ' em |
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I' m shittin' on ' em |
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I' m shittin' on ' em, bitch |
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That' s the sound of me wiping my ass with her face hort dog shittin' on these hoes |
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I' m shittin' on ' em, bitch |