| Unh, unh, unh, unh, let it, bounce
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| Unh, unh, unh, unh, let it, bounce
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| You know sometimes a nigga get tired of always
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| Talkin’about shit he ain’t got, milkin on shit
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| Sometims you gotta make use of what you got here, man
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| We right here, doin it, let it bounce
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| Use to wish on a star that I’d have big plaques
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| Big awards right here on the wall, everything that gleam
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| Lamp shades, back stage, for this nigga askin'
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| Tay, would you work ten years for your dream
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| Seven years later, now I see just what he mean
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| Cuz this is real life and I’m livin’kinda regular
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| Got a house, got a car, got a wife, (?)
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| Big Dho, manager, HOJ’s the team
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| You can say I’m satisfied, though I often analyze
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| Why this rap shit rip my hear at the seams
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| This ain’t time to fantasize, I’m not a whippersnapper
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| I’m trying to get these crackers for all of they cream
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| Like Dairy Queen or H? |
| agen-Dazs
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| Cuz the rap audience like the way I handle bars
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| Like it before they thoughts, Oh so easily, just like Sheila E When she was singing Hollyrock, Oh, check out the scene
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| We ain’t got time for your bullshit schemes
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| Cuz once Tay begins, they say depends
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| Much bigger than a sword and I’m a lyrical Lance-A-Lot
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| I ain’t gotta dance a lot, check the way I lean
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| + (Phonte)
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| Yes, yes, now! |
| You now rockin’wit’the muh’fuckin’best now
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| Think of fuckin’wit the team, I suggest not
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| Real shit, you can feel it in your chest, now
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| Got y’all feelin’the pressure
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| (Got ya’ll feelin’the pressure
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| Phonte feelin’the pressure, feelin the pressue
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| Got ya’ll feelin’the pressure
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| Big Pooh feelin’the pressure so feel the pressure)
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| Niggaz block, women jock on your cock, round the clock
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| Get it, get it, don’t stop, catch you on the rise
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| Made a lil’dough in this rap game slow
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| See my video, so they swear I’m movin’pies
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| Old whip, new kicks, few flicks, same chick
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| New picks, same bitch, no I’m not a star
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| Let my hair grow, put my mic game down
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| This the third time round, I’m shootin for a par
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| We came this far, and no one assisted
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| Co-signed, or enlisted, like we ain’t gifted
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| We be gettin’lifted of the beats and drank liquor
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| We call women hoes, that’s if the name fits
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| Put me in the box, I ain’t wrappin’up shit
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| Made music my career, some of y’all just spit
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| Homie, just sit back, pay attention
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| Forgot to mention Hall of Justus is the click
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| + (Phonte)
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| Can you feel that?
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| That tight grip around your neck, nigga
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| That’s pressure nigga
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| That’s pressure nigga
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| (Let it, bounce)
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| Yeah, nigga, Mick I think that’s enough
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| Yeah, that’s your new name, «Nigga Mick»
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| (Hehe, nigger) NIGGER YOU’RE MY NIGGER! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Pressure , by - Little Brother. Song from the album And Justus For All, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп