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Hi-Life, Too Swift, Young Quik, bring it to 'em |
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Run up run up we got de gun up |
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Haters that think we funnin dey get done up |
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Run up run up we got de gun up |
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Haters that think we funnin dey get done up |
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Stop schemin, and lookin hard |
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I got that ghetto platinum credit card |
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Make one phone call and fools gettin hurt |
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Niggas, busters, *****es in skirts |
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Got a hoe in the house peepin out yo' safe |
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Get you naked, and duct tape your nuts to your waist |
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Horny nigga, thought you was gettin some cock |
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You ain't gettin ****, nigga you got got |
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While I run your **** back over to the top |
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400 bottles of Moet gettin popped |
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Not even cops, can **** with Swift or the Diggler |
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Serve and protect, we gettin rid of ya |
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Put the green light on L.A.P.D |
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Cause I'm tired of the mother****ers ****in WITH ME |
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I wanna bust, that's how I feel it |
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G ****, punk *****, we be keepin it real |
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[Chorus] - 2X |
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Invisibility like Space Ghoster |
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I'm comin through in my Range Rover, shoot 'em up the party's over |
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Cause when I'm sober like to {?} in mines |
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I squeeze tight as some pliers, handle my strap, with these evil designs |
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To kill a nigga, don't step in my path |
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A psycho maniac nigga raw killer it's a bloodbath |
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The aftermath, 'll make you laugh |
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Cold shoot 'em up like La-Di-Da-Di when that 45 hit his body |
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Drop his corpse to the mother****in pavement |
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It ain't no future in that California brave **** |
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I guess that you thought that it was all about you |
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But it's all about that one 8 double-oh, hit 'em up some mo' |
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Niggas always causin, drama |
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But Too Swift I'm gettin calmer, plottin like the unibomber |
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Niggas trippin off my conversations |
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It ain't no confrontations, when my strap {?} like installations |
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[Chorus] - 2X |
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Now every day, all day, I'm only out for my riches |
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Busters and snitches be player hatin so I'm elevatin |
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Like elevators, regulate like regulators |
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Assassinate player haters, a lyrical motivator |
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Pull mo' raid than Raiders, so you think you can fade us? |
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Yes we snap like alligators and got mo' game than yo' fastest commentator |
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When my intellect, the dialect, subtractin conversations |
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Cause I'm a lethal weapon when it comes to confrontations |
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We get money, money I got |
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Makin haters hot when I whip in the drop |
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Ding dong it's the bell, once again it's on |
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Postman dropped the package out in front of my home |
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Could this be a setup? ****, man let me get up |
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Ain't nobody comin in here, they gettin wet up |
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Opened up the package, it was nothin but scrilla |
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We gon' throw another party, this is Hi-Life nigga! |
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[Chorus] - 4X |
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We make 'em wanna riiiiiiide! |