| Let me, let me put you onto something man
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| See I’m tired of these girls, you know what I’m saying
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| Trying to play a nigga for the herb
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| Yo yo yo
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| Yee yee yee yo yo
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| Yo yo yo
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| Yee yee yee yo yo
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| We need to sit down, me and you have a chit chat
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| Let’s talk about friends and define that
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| Let’s talk about us never mind that
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| Let’s talk about trust where your mind at
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| So you looking for a man won’t find that
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| Had a good thing here let’s rewind facts
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| Believe me I know all about them other cats
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| How they all played the game just to get to you
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| Spitting all in my ear which you liked who
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| Tickled your fancy who you would invite to
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| Be yours, I penned verses
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| Quote verses, with purpose, so nervous
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| I wrote urgence I spoke shy you spoke lie
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| We spoke «bye», up until this year
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| When I saw you, you saw me, we walked on by
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| Til you found out I emceed, now you on it like
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| Yo yo yo
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| Yee yee yee yo yo
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| Yo yo yo
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| Yee yee yee yo yo
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| Why you all up in my face like
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| Yo yo yo
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| Yee yee yee yo yo
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| Yo yo yo
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| Yee yee yee yo yo
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| Yea, yea, ok, alright
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| Ya’ll know them niggas that I’m talking bout
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| The ones that ya’ll be seeing at the coffee house
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| Soon as they get the mic I start walking out
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| And swear that they skill’s the most talked about
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| It’s time to bring the emcees on, I’m sick of niggas looking
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| Bitch trying to read poems and try to battle
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| Me with sandals and capris on, come on dog
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| I’m about to get hyped with this, shed some light to this
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| So called black righteousness
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| Even though ya’ll niggas might not cuss like me
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| End of the night ya’ll just trying to fuck like me
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| So what’s the reason for the hating, niggas with dreads
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| Calling they self gods with white girls named Caitlin
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| And I’m cool with interracial dating, but I ain’t about
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| To hear no fucking speeches cause I wanna have some bacon
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| I’ve rocked Antwerp, that’s why I can’t fuck with
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| Coffee houses man, get on my god damn nerves
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| And deep down ya’ll know that I’m right, man shit I’m bout
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| To kick some Trick Daddy next poetry night like
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| «My black queen…
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| Don’t know nann nigga!»
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| Yo yo yo
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| Yee yee yee yo yo
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| Yo yo yo
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| Yee yee yee yo yo
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| Niggas wanna come to my face
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| Cause I’m making moves and they running in place
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| In my face like
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| Yo yo yo
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| Yee yee yee yo yo
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| Yo yo yo
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| Yee yee yee yo yo
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| Niggas wanna come to my face
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| Fuck that tofu I need a pork chop on my plate
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| Like this nigga |