| Lean it back a little
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| (Lean it back)
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| Move your head back
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| This ain’t nothin sweet
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| Just the beat is sweet
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| (True, true)
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| Everything I’ma say is from the flesh
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| (Speak the truth, God)
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| Feel you
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| (I'm feelin you)
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| See me
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| I’ve seen the world and try to bring you along
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| Maybe with a song or maybe with a bong
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| That helps you rap cats rhyme along
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| I ain’t changed my style, just my style came back
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| I’m still a lethal weapon longer than Smith & Wesson made gats
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| Got raps that are toxic
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| Like pilots high off meth in cockpits
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| I pop shit so you understand just what you gettin with
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| What you standin there for like you a narc in the dark?
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| While your bitch is swimmin upstream to the stage like they were caught
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| And in cars parked thumpin while my beat is humpin her
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| Dented her face up, my ice medaillon was in her face while I was fuckin her
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| I’m kiddin — I freak mics and not ice
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| Speak a language more foreign than dick to born dikes
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| Been above the clouds more times than you cats been off your block
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| Keep faces dented like cars in L.A. that are rented
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| I meant 99% of things I usually said
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| Pete Nice always says I’m nice off the top of my head
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| I’m glad after all this time my rhymes have struck through
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| And if they haven’t — real simple: fuck you
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| You don’t like the way I’m spittin this?
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| Fuck you
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| You don’t like the way I’m gettin this?
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| Then fuck you
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| Actin like you don’t care, son
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| And fuck you
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| Throw them fingers in the air, son
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| Fuck you
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| (No games, no games)
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| Smooth it out a little
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| Bring it back
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| Now most of y’all can’t call it if a phone was attached to it
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| Everyone says they’re in it for the love but there’s a catch to it
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| Adjust your watch to it, me, I’d rather not do it
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| You could feel what I’m spittin and still not understand
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| Like most underhand, and can’t show a young man
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| How to fuck all them cows, they just want a nut
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| And then what — pimp strut?
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| You ain’t shit, so if you’re a man and you holdin down your fam
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| Or you’re a chick with essentials with ten nails on your hand
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| And you’re runnin from beast
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| And you love the state of hip-hop, be it north, south, west or east
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| And you look for Grease, Dre and my man Swizz Beatz
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| And you’re fuckin from Serchlite, Ruff Ryder to Dilated Peeps
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| J5 to J-Live, Good Vibe or Slum V
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| Then you’re down with 3P, so repeat after me
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| You don’t like the way I’m spittin this?
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| Fuck you
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| You don’t like the way I’m gettin this?
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| Fuck you
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| You act like you don’t care, son?
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| Fuck you
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| And throw them fingers in the air, son
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| And fuck you
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| Searchlite
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| 3rd Bass
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| Big Serch
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| Apollo 13
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| (New name)
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| Cause you never thought I’d come back
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| (Never thought that)
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| Biatches
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| Stank bitches
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| For the German coalition
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| For the European coalition
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| For my Asian coalition
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| Icelandic coalition
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| Ciph Africa coalition
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| And my fam in the US
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| God bless
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| One
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| One love
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| Shout out to Pete Nice
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| Steve
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| Stone Rivers 'bout to make it happen
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| Hahahaha.
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| Fuck your girl to this
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| Well ladies, fuck your man to this
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| Equal opportunity fuckin
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| Haha.
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| One |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fuck You , by - DJ Tomekk. Song from the album New York to Germany, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп