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zuò cí : Benjamin, Johnson, Patton |
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Something' s gotta give |
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Yeah, you know what |
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I' m sayin'? |
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Herring homes, unh, martel homes, carver homes, tekwood |
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Martin Luther king, bankhead |
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Undercover, over da hills and thru tha woods |
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I goLike green lights, a southern nigga that' s comin fo' yo' throat |
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But not no guillotine see, we be them southern playas |
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Remember the football socks, aerobic |
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Reeboks and |
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Decaturs, now |
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You up to par and ready fo yo lesson |
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I got an ounce of dank and a couple of drinks so let' s crank up a session |
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Like TriCity high school, was pullin' ' em in a broke down |
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RabbitI spit a couple of words and layin' ' em down was just a habit |
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Just like smokey, choking off da peewee that we rolled up |
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Talkin' about the click will get you laid down hella swoled up |
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Hootie hoo slapped ya boyz across the cheek wit |
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IsotonersAnd went to tell yo momma and yo pop that you was a goner |
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Tell ' em Big |
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Boi did it, |
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I swear that nigga be rhymin' |
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Every lyric that he spit be turnin' charcoals into diamonds and pearls |
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Girl when you givin up them draws, ' cause |
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I got a couple of niggaz down the hall that wanna hit it too |
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I' m not the type to be actin' selfish |
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Set it out and let it out and |
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I' ll be right back just like |
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Elvis' Cause the postman rings twice |
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Hey Mr. Postman |
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Power, power, |
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I come gimme some |
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Tha deadly voice over drums, we from, |
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A. T. L. Put tha |
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S. W. A. T. S., |
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S. W. A. T. S. on yo' car |
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Let' s travel far, tha southern star shines |
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Power, power, |
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I come gimme some |
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Tha deadly voice over drums, we from, |
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A. T. L. Put tha |
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S. W. A. T. S., |
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S. W. A. T. S. on yo' car |
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Let' s travel far, tha southern star shines |
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Everybody wanna get signed, but, here to tell you |
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Record companies act like pimps |
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Gettin' paid off what we made |
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When we the ones that' s fly like blimps |
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But ain' t no |
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Goodyear, |
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I tell it like it is so |
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I' m like look here |
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Just willin' to get what |
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I deserve my kids to have a mother |
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And a little house, with a dog in the backyard goin' " woofwoof" |
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Who knows what |
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I' ma say soon' s |
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I leave this recording booth |
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Poof, back in the real world where birds fly |
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From Miami by way of |
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Cuba to whoever wants to get that high |
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There' s clouds of clowns, seas of |
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G' sProjects, packed with playas meditating on their knees |
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Just to make them ends meet, like ground beef |
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You won' t believe the shit that niggaz attempt' |
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Cause they got other mouths to feed |
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Besides they own |
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Power, power, |
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I come gimme some |
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Tha deadly voice over drums, we from, |
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A. T. L. Put tha |
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S. W. A. T. S., |
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S. W. A. T. S. on yo' car |
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Let' s travel far, tha southern star shines |
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Power, power, |
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I come gimme some |
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Tha deadly voice over drums, we from, |
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A. T. L. Put tha |
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S. W. A. T. S., |
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S. W. A. T. S. on yo' car |
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Let' s travel far, tha southern star shines |
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There' s some hoes in this house, damn right |
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I' m thinkin' about the way you skull me, guzz me |
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Suckin' me dry like deserts |
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Mojave, Gotti, hotties and honeydips |
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Likin the way you do me, screw me it make my money flip |
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Shakin' that ass for daddy puttin' this gas off in my |
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CadillacBack, don' t ever snap, packin' the gats and pimpin' whores |
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Hors d' oevres, swerve, hit the curb because |
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I' m reckless |
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Back in the days when |
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I was broke |
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I' d snatch your fuckin' necklace |
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You ol' pussyass nigga, yeah |
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Everybody hi |
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Everybody hi |
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Everybody hi... |