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Uh, hold up smoke something *******, uh, uh |
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Everybody want to know why the airplane was late |
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I was waiting for whitey to get ******* paper straight |
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I'm an underground king *******, lets my nuts hang |
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******* saying |
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I'm only in ?? |
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Ain't no thang ******* |
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Everybody rappin like they ballin' and they rich |
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I see em' in the streets, |
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I ain't believing that *******t |
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They diamonds ain't *******ning, and they |
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Rolex ain't real |
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While I'm gripping on this grain, sippin' lean and poppin' pills |
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******* how them ******* feel, |
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I'm working wood wheel |
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In a 2000 |
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Seville your stepdaddy can get killed |
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If he keeps talking *******t, ain't no thang to get hit |
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On your video you trill, on your record you trying to diss |
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But everywhere we go, we represent the south |
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For Them *******s and |
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Them girls with them golds in they mouth |
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Them boys with them |
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P's and O's in they house |
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It's all about the trill ******* you ain't what this about...about...about [Chorus: Bun B] |
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When you see me on the street, ******* don't say *******t |
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Blowin' big on the sweep, ******* don't say *******t |
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Everybody want the ice and everybody want to ball |
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But everybody ain't trill so we ain't ******* with y'all |
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When I see you at the show, ******* don't say *******t |
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Acting bad with ya ho, ******* don't say *******t |
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Everybody want the ice and everybody want to ball |
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But everybody ain't trill so we ain't ******* with y'all [Verse 2: Bun B] |
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Say, ******* ain't got *******t to hide |
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I ain't got nothing to prove |
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We ain't got nothing to gain but |
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I got everything to lose |
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So I'm forever bring the blues to the issue |
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Pick and choose if |
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I miss ya, stick and move when |
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I diss ya |
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Disapprove we can get ya and your bull*******t, |
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I be the same |
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The game will never be the same, |
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It was made for me yo gain |
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You see the thangs for me to name |
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I go by, so fly, oh my, flow sly |
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Wait awhile you know why (Why?) too many *******s pop collars and drop dollars |
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Baby ballin' bull*******tter frontin' like rottweiliers |
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No bark, no bite, but showing thangs |
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Talking loud like they knowing thangs |
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I'm from Texas *******, all we do is blow them thangs |
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******* your clique, your corner, your city, your last name |
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Stuck in the fast lane, ?? your ass mane |
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Bask at the light, blast at the day, blast at the night |
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Got your ass in a fight |
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It ain't no passing tonight [Chorus] [Verse 3: Big Gipp of Goodie Mob] |
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People waiting, some be hating, |
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I'll be shaking, they'll be faking |
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Waiting for me to fall, but yet they comin' off the wall |
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Till I'm ready keep that gun steady and ready |
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For anybody crossing the line with that ******* *******t |
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I got a ??, got a hoe, got a trunk with the funk |
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Got the radio on pump when |
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I come through a slump |
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Remember me? |
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The one that had your back up in the club? |
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Remember me? |
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The one that bring you on and show you love? |
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Remember me? |
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The one that rolled by deep in a cadillina |
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With a rusty ass niner looking for trouble |
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So what? I know the same streets you know |
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Yeah so what? |
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I go the same places you go |
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I got the mark in my skin so you know my set |
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I'm the heart, you the place, |
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I'm always first, you always late |
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I'm the king in these streets till the mutha******* end |
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So you ******* with me, you gotta ******* with my friend [Chorus] |
