| Anybody seen a shoeless knock?
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| What he get you for?
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| You lose a lot?
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| Gotta tell you, you was weird homie
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| Thin air the mutha fucka disappeared on me
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| I never caught the name but I know the face
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| Try to gun his ass down but he stole the base
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| Where I’m from in The Bay it’s real
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| We look at $ 10,000 like a A-Rod deal, yeah
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| Hit licks plus grind and stack
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| This ain’t Arizona you can’t have a diamond back
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| Check it out he must have got that stain off
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| From when I New York Yankee’d his chain off
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| I just can’t turn my back on my hustle
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| Once I was broke but that was never again
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| Concrete field of dreamz
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| When you get hemped up don’t spill the beans
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| Three strikes ain’t shit compared
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| To a Louisville slugger when it hits you dead
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| We about to run out so I call for more
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| Got birds like Toronto and Baltimore
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| Right now you better warn your folks
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| Pure kicks in Marlin off the Florida coast
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| Florida coast, Florida coast
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| They got scorpion seals and they store them boats
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| Call Bad Boy tell they roster
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| Biggie should have been a L.A. Dodger
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| Hard head make a you know what
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| Bad juice make a pruno cup
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| I used to rap just to get more clients
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| Now I do it from my Frisco Giants
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| I need to weigh it let me use your spot
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| Let me know you see a shoeless knock
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| I been lookin’for that dude for weeks
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| It was only 300 but I’m losin’sleep
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| When them suckas get word they gon’hate
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| Roll a dollar bill doc you want home plate
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| Head first like I’m wit your main
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| Baby knows I ain’t wit no games
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| Love gone only greed is left
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| Pop him in his gut, walk 'til you bleed to death
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| When that blood drips down your legs hot
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| Turn your White Socks into Red Socks
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| Fuck a doc he needs a Anaheim Angel
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| Check my point of view out my rhyme mangle
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| Yo this letter on Oakland A’s hat
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| Ain’t for Athletics stands for A-Wax |