| Lemme hear somethin'
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| Lemme hold somethin'
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| Roll somethin'
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| Lemme show you somethin'
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| What’chu know good
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| What’s poppin' wit’chu
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| What’s happenin'
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| What’s crackalackin'?
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| How you mackin'?
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| You still bad actin'?
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| I’ll be in the back rappin'
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| Clownin' and laughin'
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| Jumped up
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| When I heard somebody was cappin'
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| I’m usually kickin' it and coolin' and lampin'
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| Then I heard wackass rappers was runnin' rampant
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| They always wanna sample it
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| Take it for they own
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| And take it home
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| But they eventually break a bone
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| But I’mma take 'em on
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| To the break a dawn
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| I’ll take your girl and make her moan
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| Shit I’m in the zone
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| Sorry for fuckin' up your little tea party
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| My bad, just wanna show you how we party
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| Losers night out, hit the club like a champ
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| Find me a spot on the floor and set up my camp
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| Cuttin' up the amps and dancin' with some ladies
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| Been livin' shady since the late eighties
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| A date maybe, in a purple moon
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| I was dippin' so hard that I broke the spoon
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| I like to float about five feet off the floor
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| Offa brown rum, green bud and off tour
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| Off the head, offa the pacific shore
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| Rhymes galore, what more could you ask for?
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| It’s like the buddha bomb brothers we gutter
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| I let 'em shine now I close the shutters
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| On the others so let’s begin
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| The way I finesse the pen
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| Keep me runnin' through women
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| Like estrogen
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| Little mama with the sexy skin
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| Still lets me in
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| In the bay jet skiin'
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| With two lesbians
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| I leans gangsta
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| Whatever you catch me in
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| Even a Harley lookin' out for pedestrians
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| Cats remember the rap
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| The center is action packed
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| Adrenaline
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| Raw raps will hinder them
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| With more momentum than a pendulum shift
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| Bear witness to the synthesis I’m hittin' em with
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| Casual and Aceyalone
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| You crazy? |
| Imagine your brains being blown
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| Nigga burn somethin', learn somethin'
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| Blow somethin' like you want something'
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| If not, lemme hold somethin'
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| I’m living large like a fresh white 3-X
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| You give me respect
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| And if you don’t like it get the eject
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| I detect a gang of haters in the 380
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| Your innovator
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| Beat creators
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| Keep thinkin you gon' be major
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| O say ya got me gone off doja
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| The rap composer
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| The shit I just told ya
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| Should hold ya
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| Wanna dose of ya nigga?
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| Hold your composure
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| I’ll be back in another twenty-four
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| When I get sober
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| Lo and behold
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| A nigga flowin' so cold
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| I grab the microphone
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| And turn it into a sno-cone
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| Ha! |
| Big nigga gettin my smoke on
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| When I leave I’ll still be bumpin up on the system in your home
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| Uh! |
| While you willin' to get it on
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| I’ll be killin' this song
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| Got you feelin' it in your bones
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| The chrome steady driven it in your dome
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| Makin' sure you niggas get it and then I’m gone
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| I’m through your zone like I’m Jerome Bettis n'
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| I’mma give these niggas a dose of they own medicine
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| Ha! |
| You know you gon' get it if
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| You come off in this nigga’s home
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| Showin' the wrong ettequitte
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| C’mon killa
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| Mind your manners my gorilla
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| There’s plenty of scrilla
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| And bananas for a nigga
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| But you gotta be a go getta
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| Get you a good girl
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| Don’t get you no gold digga |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Let Me Hear Sumn , by - Aceyalone. Song from the album Love & Hate, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп