| OOOOh, wooww, wooww, stay away
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| OOOOh, wooww, awwoww, stay away
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| Now see, I be the one with more game than Deion
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| Cause in the Rap game nobody don’t wanna
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| It’s started way way back
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| When I was servin' motherfuckers on the side of the Shack
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| Infact, fools wanna try to see me daily
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| Whether be the. |
| shot caller, can’t nobody fade me
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| The untouchable, irresistible, funkdafied
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| Boo Yaa, I’m smokin by the ton
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| I come from the depth of Cali, P-Town, West up!
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| What’s your waitin for, light it up
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| I represent the crew, with that Voo Doo
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| What you gonna do, when we come through for you?
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| You better come in peace not war
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| Cause you just don’t know when we might have a straw
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| I’m a type of nigga smokin' straight from the bong
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| If it smells like a smoke, well, I just got my smoke on
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| And I’mma be high like 7−4-7 with my license plate
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| Sayin' much love for my homie
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| I probably in the back of the clubs
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| Spittin' game meditatin, and rollin' up much bud
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| So we can smoke like an Indian on the reservation
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| And make peace in the x generation
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| Cause that’s the way it suppose to be
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| And if it’s up to me, homie, I’mma smoke a whole tree
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| I know, a lot of you really can’t relate
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| So just ride with me, cause it’s a mind state
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| It’s the place we go, where we can free our minds
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| It’s Endonesia
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| It’s the place we go, where everyday is fine
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| It’s Endonesia
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| Stay away, stay away
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| OOOOh, Weeeee, OOOOh, wooww, wooww
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| The bass hit got my tipsy, like Hennessey
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| Now, tell me can you feel me?
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| I’m comin' strong like a soldier, I’m garanteed to hold ya
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| As I bust on Dojah
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| The snare hits me like a child with a grab bag
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| That’s why you hooks surround my vocals like a Zig-Zag
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| Don’t it? |
| — I garantee you won’t choke on it
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| I got the bomb, you got bomb, smoke and vote on it
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| Shit, the only time I feel gifted, is when I get lifted
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| See, you can tell by the smoke at the 4th floor see
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| Cause it be Cold 187um and the homegirl PG
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| And KM. |
| G, rollin' up the pound
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| Yeah, we’re stayin' down like P-Town
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| Yo, we roll deep when we creep on the back streets
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| We’re checkin' player haters, we’re havin' much heat
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| We’re tryin' to keep it all real over here, man
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| You can’t complain cause we all havin' things
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| You got to get up, get out and get his fates
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| And then maybe we all can relate, yeah
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| It’s the place we go, where we can free our minds
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| It’s Endonesia
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| It’s the place we go, where everyday is fine
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| It’s Endonesia
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| Stay away, stay away
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| OOOOh, Weeeee, OOOOh, wooww, wooww
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| Welcome to the world called the beautiful place
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| Where niggas just dope flyin, heavenly seditated
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| Where in the mindstate, when you feel bigger
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| A little bit stronger than the average nigga
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| Yeah, we rather co-operate the mood and stick
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| Maybe get the fly bitches to Re-up on the dick
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| Awww shit, yeah, you know what?
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| I hit my nigga Mr. K-Oss to bring the cut
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| Brush the strap, so we can chill smoke a hell of a sack
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| Straight Riders and Macks, bitches gettin' table dances in the back
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| Invited a whole car load, the hoodrats, they wanna get wet
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| And I ain’t bein' nice tonight, I’m mothafuckin' get nasty
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| Ain’t lettin' one fly bitch pass me
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| Ho’s love it when I drop it, my pimps were screamin' nigga do it
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| House about dinner for two, four stars caviar
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| Pimp Clinic Cadillac rent-a-cars
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| My niggas smokin' chronic outta fat ass cigars
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| Straight chillin' at the bar
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| It’s the place we go, where we can free our minds
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| It’s Endonesia
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| It’s the place we go, where everyday is fine
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| It’s Endonesia
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| Stay away, stay away
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| OOOOh, Weeeee, OOOOh, wooww, wooww |