| Yeah, yeah, yeah…
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| First tech, yeah
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| Ru on the beat
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| Look at the time
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| Look at the place
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| Rolling down Hollywood
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| All I see is space
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| All I see is stars
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| All I see is space
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| I’m gonna need my start bitch
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| Gimme my space
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| Look at the time
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| Look at the place
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| Rolling down Hollywood
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| All I see is space
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| All I see is stars
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| All I see is space
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| I’m gonna need my start bitch
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| Gimme my space
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| Didn’t grow up in a safe hood
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| Didn’t have no good father
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| Didn’t grow up in the same hood
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| But the story had a same author
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| Then I heard about the clean water
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| All I wanted was a clean water
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| Heard that from Seen Carter
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| I mean Sean Carter
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| I mean Godfather
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| I mean more permanent than a black marker
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| On a white school board
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| Or a light skinned girl with the bouncy curls
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| Get her puss so wet
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| Bring her bouncy roll and a sponge
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| (God damn that’s wet)
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| Take a dip up in the river we can really have fun
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| Backstroke, breath stroke, more with the tongue
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| Hi-hat flow with a nice snare drum
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| Say hi-hat flow with a hook on the run
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| Look at the time
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| Look at the place
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| Rolling down Hollywood
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| All I see is space
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| All I see is stars
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| All I see is space
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| I’m gonna need my start bitch
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| Gimme my space
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| Look at the time
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| Look at the place
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| Rolling down Hollywood
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| All I see is space
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| All I see is stars
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| All I see is space
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| I’m gonna need my start bitch
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| (Huh) Gimme my space
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| Measure Juno
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| Black planet, black space
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| (I'm trying to leave the Earth and this world is a rat race)
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| I’m going to Pluto
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| (I walk my poodle, ruled the street though)
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| What do we know
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| Nigga, what do we know (we know, we know, we know)
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| Sitting in the world like a corn-a-cob
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| Kernel pop’d
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| Heartbreak beats, but still born to rob
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| Pulled through, rose stones when I fornicat'
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| Pulling up, blowing horns in a foreign drive (yeah)
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| Dream machine like an orange pop
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| Pop-up ground hogs, kinda tour’d a lot
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| Shit all my thoughts in a port-a-pop
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| Podcast, dreamcast, all a load of God
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| (Thank Jesus) I got 'em questioning me like religiously
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| (Are you questioning me right now)
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| Is is a game and I’m fetchin' to killing
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| I’m killing shit call me da Riddick
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| How did I do it so easy it doesn’t look cuzzin' girl holding my milkshake
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| I trip out on the way to the moon, have a nice trip man
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| Miss Frizzin' the field trip
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| Look at the time
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| Look at the place
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| Rolling down Hollywood
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| All I see is space
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| All I see is stars
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| All I see is space
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| I’m gonna need my start bitch
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| Gimme my space (1, 2, 3)
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| Look at the time
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| Look at the place
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| Rolling down Hollywood
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| All I see is space
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| All I see is stars
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| All I see is space
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| I’m gonna need my start bitch
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| (Huh) Gimme my space
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| Yeah, y-y-yeah |