| 'Cause I’ma keep it G real. |
| I don’t fuck with you, cuz
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| You disrespected me. |
| You disrespect my hood by telling me
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| Take off my flag, asking how gangster I was, nigga
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| You lucky on that day I was acting cool, cuz
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| I told you I ain’t got time for that, but nigga, today I got time, cuz
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| («You know what? We likes to party… We likes to party
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| We likes to party
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| We don’t cause trouble, we don’t bother nobody…»)
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| Ay young world, the world is yours
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| Ay young world, the world is yours
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| Young world, young world
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| The world is yours
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| Young world, the world is yours
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| The world is yours
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| The world is yours
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| The world is yours
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| The president say he wants to Make America Great Again
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| Fuck that shit, we gon' Make America Crip Again, cuz
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| As I look around I see so many millionaires
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| With skin like mine, don’t pretend like I’m
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| With that bullshit, your president been tweeting
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| Them black boys is balling out, the whole block been eating
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| You punk pigs we calling out
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| I’ma line y’all on up
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| Then start my own league, I’ma sign y’all on up
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| I’m thinking who my heroes be, thank God for the Negro League
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| Colin Kaepernick was blackballed, ah, nigga, please
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| This still America with three K’s, believe that shit
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| The world is yours my nigga, so go and see that bitch
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| Every chance you get hit that lick and get that shit
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| Put your name down and your thang down
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| We gon' Make America Crip Again
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| Ay young world, the world is yours
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| Ay young world, the world is yours
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| Young world, young world
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| The world is yours
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| Young world, the world is yours
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| The world is yours
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| The world is yours
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| The world is yours
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| Don’t ya look strange?
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| Having all that power but you won’t make change
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| But don’t trip we Crip and we gang up too
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| And if I do a count, I’m sure we got more guns than you
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| Now just imagine if we stop shooting our own kind
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| I’m a Crip with no color lines, that mean I’m colorblind
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| I learned that, turnt that, Willie Lynch, burnt that
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| G status earned that
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| Now that I’m your OG, it’s my job to teach you
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| Show you, look out, reach you
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| Every chance you get hit that lick and get that shit
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| And put your name down and your thang down
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| We gon' Make America Crip Again
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| Ay young world, the world is yours
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| Ay young world, the world is yours
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| Young world, young world
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| The world is yours
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| Young world, the world is yours
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| The world is yours
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| The world is yours
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| The world is yours
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| («You know what? We like to party
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| We like to party… We like to party
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| You know what? |
| Yo, peep this, we like to party») |