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Dilla:] Turn me up, a little louder |
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Get it crunk yeah, let's get 'em riled up |
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Let's go! This only for my real *****z |
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Big truck, fill the lane, fifth wheel with it |
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Stink pink gators, my |
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Detroit players Game like |
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A out of 'toire, these boys hate us |
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We let the morgue-ies tell the whole story |
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Bounce in the Ford and watch ya hoes board it |
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Party up, get live with it |
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Start it up, put it in drive and whip it |
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Move, *****! Get out the way |
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I'm bouncin I'm all in and out the lanes |
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It's not the game, ****in *****z up |
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Like what tigga-what tigga-what tigga-WHAT~! "The |
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Low End Theory, " all you feel is the bottom |
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You ain't gotta wait to chop, the |
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Dilla's got 'em Better get 'em, where you at bro? |
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Say Dilla hang corners in a 'Llac bro |
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Cake boys doin it big, we outta control |
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This one is for the real *****z out on the roll |
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Let's go! [Chorus: x2] |
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Get live, reach for the sky |
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For the real *****z with the beat in the ride |
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You can turn your bass up another notch if you want |
