| Yo it be I man, fuckin it up for errbody
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| I can’t lie man, they thought I was just gettin started
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| Peep the pie man, its the american dream
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| I’m just participatin, my participation is game
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| I’m makin this one for the hotel, motel, Holiday Inns
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| Super 8, Red and the Ritz Carlton’s
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| All my niggas that tryin to ball, my niggas ballin
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| All my soldiers and generals, errbody fall in
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| Stop stallin, pick up the phone and call in
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| Tell your boss you ain’t gon make it to work in the mornin
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| And while you explainin go head and throw a cough in
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| And kindly explain that this won’t happen often
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| But I’m long and I’m amazed, I’m be willin then dazed
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| I rage that niggas think that derrty don’t need a cage
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| I should be put on display, for the display I’m displayin
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| Half you niggas is dyin and all the rest are decayin
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| I’m doin tracks in hotels steady rockin girls bells
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| Kinda like a young L residin in Nellyville
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| I never squeal, not the type to kiss and tell
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| But if I catch ya in the shower I might kiss ya tail
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| Yo it be I man, fuckin it up for errbody
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| I can’t lie man, they thought I was just gettin started
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| Peep the pie man, its the american dream
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| I’m just participatin, my participation is game
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| Now as I bounced off, Kyweezy writin movies
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| Slo done took that mask off
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| Mo’s the leader what do ya know, Murph run his ass off
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| I got every whip, derrty even got a Nascar
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| And you know we fucked up at his house
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| Ayo my rain on weed, naps and Japanese
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| Clap at g’s, smack 'em back on they knees
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| Drop on wack, simple facts that rap needs
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| And its always Christ-a-mas and wrap trees
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| And I got my game, I said I got my game from the OG’s
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| Smokin reefer, moonshine pumpin OD’s
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| Bought a old plain chain, yeah you know me
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| Shipped in from Cali got it home, cops’ll know these
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| Yo we smashed the summer
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| We oughta recoup, call NASA to do the numbers
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| All the friendship on the vocals started fire in the booth
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| Got more whips and chains than amastad and russe
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| Ali I’m sicka ballin, unnecessary phone callin
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| Man down, pimp in distress I think I’m fallin
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| For anything but the okey doke
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| I’m old school like her and bones and nooky ropes
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| I can’t stand no groupie folks
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| They want me to turn around like this is hokey poke
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| They wanna bring me down like Irv before I choked
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| I’m not a joke at all, I’m Quick-Draw-McGraw
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| And number 20 on the Lakers couldn’t hold me yall
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| I’m climbin over yall, I’m still scorin
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| 85 percenta yall awake but still snorin
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| Got knowledge of self and now my style is much older now
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| We Derrty Ent., We all we got we hold it down
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| I’m feelin cooler than cool, my wrist cold and wild
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| If theres a fashion king then I deserve the crown
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| I’m U-City, you dressin up I’m dressin down
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| And you keep messin up, me and your girl gon be messin
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| Around
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| Yo it be I man, fuckin it up for errbody
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| I can’t lie man, they thought I was just gettin started
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| Peep the pie man, its the american dream
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| I’m just participatin, my participation is game
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| Ayo I’m fresh out the gate
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| From the Lou with a Grammy in my resi'
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| Nelly bought me a presi' with a diamond in the besi'
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| Tics taught me how to walk so when I run I be ready
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| Female fans sayin that I’m they baby daddy
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| Whoa more attention than Justin and Janet
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| How I Midwest Swang and how I St. Louis Ram it
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| Derrty Ent. |
| damnit, got more bread than a samich
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| And my wrist got more nuggets than Carmelo and Camby
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| Look, I’m from the Lou and I’m important like the Arch
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| So tourists look for me like an important part shoot
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| Find your talent, use your talent get your money
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| Or don’t find your talent and don’t use it and stay bummy
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| But that ain’t on me cuz we built it from scratch
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| My neck shit is a house witha house in the back
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| Man I been wild since middle school, I was that little dude
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| That been around more waist lines than hula hoops |