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Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah |
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Hold that, hold that, hold that |
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Yo all that, all that tryin' |
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Y'all, I told y'all about tryin' |
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Tryin' is later on man |
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Can we try something for the ladies |
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Can we try something for the ladies |
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Can we do that De La |
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Let's get that goin' on man |
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Told y'all about those messages and shit man |
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We get to that later man, know what I mean |
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Let's just do something for the ladies man |
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Let's get a chorus goin' on or something |
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Let's pop a chorus off, ya know what I mean |
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Let's do that right now, let's get that goin' on |
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Let's try that out |
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I see you real niggas do fake things sometimes |
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One of them is grabbin' on his mic to rhymes |
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So let us demonstrate the right way ya need to place |
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Yo, it's De La up in ya face |
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Better yet ya whole scene, here to pull in the green |
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With Philly Black |
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Just layin' back, raisin' my stacks |
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Cause how they want it I give it to em' rock or the raw |
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Yo it really don't matter son, some hot shit for y'all |
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To go cop at the store, I spit, kick at ya jaw |
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Leave you on the floor on all fours, you slaw |
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We burn fast in black flag lands |
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Bringin' herds and caravans |
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And heat rock rythms, you blink one, two times |
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In between I do mines |
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Showboat refs, I put y'all niggas on deck |
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Yeah son y'all faggots are soft |
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I been through, carried the torch |
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Recognized and done married a dwarf |
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So in-laws pay a writer's fee |
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My stizzy sets a wiz bitch's eye in me |
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Pissy in a rizzy |
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Indian wife I flip em' behind reachin' for sobriety |
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Blew north, never find me |
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Reside in this state of mind |
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Keep my temple developmental |
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Projects, front-line essential |
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Reminded of concubines and evil that men do |
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Cut off Ginsu, carry a brand new |
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Vandle issues, brandin' issues |
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Grabbin' tissues, like you didn't know you had it in you |
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I live it up y'all, givin' you what y'all |
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Need and can't call, carry the ball |
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Like a spit-kicker should and ya wish ya could |
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Hold it down like the digital who stitched the hood |
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Better yet the whole globe, light it up like a strobe |
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While you froze panicin' |
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Went from man to maniquin |
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We them peaceful rap stars |
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That can still jab ya in ya face |
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Leave ya shit redder than Mars |
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The sauce and shit, of course we it |
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The flossy shit |
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Groundin' beef like Maxwell House |
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Go ask the house |
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We representatives |
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Go call ya Senators |
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Change laws in rap, renovate ya landscape |
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The man takes for sixteen |
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And pull a paragraph up out the tango |
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Hangin' like vango |
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Water broke flows to c-sec |
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You read xecs |
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Miscarried the rap, abortin' ya whole fort |