| Yeah, what’s really goin on?
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| Yeah, Aceyalone
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| Ha, yeah love life let it love you back
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| Yo there’s somethin wrong with my radio dial
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| Some of these fools just ain’t got style
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| I don’t know why and I don’t know how
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| But I do know a dude low and you so foul
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| Let’s do the thing most people do with it
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| Who could it be but the one that done did it
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| I come with it, yeah rain or shine
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| I lit it up I hit it up I came to grind
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| And the game ain’t mine but it will be when I’m done
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| Right now I like to kill MC’s for fun
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| Let your momma know, she’ll feel me like a son
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| And when I’m dead and gone I’ll still be #1
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| I got heat like underneath your seat like
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| Stoppin at the street light, but I ain’t the beef type
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| I got the herb though, when it’s green and crystal-ly
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| I smoke a joint and hit the mic the rest is history
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| Aceyalone, but you can call me Acey
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| I’m a real O.G. |
| like Count Basie
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| Hook up the recipe so nice and tasty
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| When I’m done they screamin out Aceyalone, lace me
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| I’m outspoken, I’m not about jokin
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| I’m from California but I’m not from Oakland
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| But they my folks now, fool I’m from SoCal
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| Put it down like a champion on vocals
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| Yeah! |
| We always rockin
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| It’s always tight around here
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| Yeah! |
| Look
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| Pull everybody in this bitch close the doors up
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| Mines up, yours up, get your bars up
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| Hold up, freeze up, G’s and hearts up
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| Hoes up in your face lookin for stardust
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| Didn’t you notice by my swagger I was an ar-tist
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| I came here to party out with you and your partners
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| Square as a dollar bill, twice as harder
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| Before I start up, I put my guard up
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| My timeshare’s open to whoever can use it
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| My music make more love than you did
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| My new shit rock, RJ produced it
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| New kid on the block, nah I’m used to it
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| Slide through, ride through, technicolor my
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| Technique spit heat like no other I’m
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| Low key, high signed yet discovered
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| Lone wolf, sho' nuff, like no other I
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| Come through, one-two, that’s all it takes for me
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| Old school, new school, servin 'em basically
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| All in the future so just don’t wait for me
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| World class champion forever and faithfully
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| Lifestyle freestyle tryin to get past it though
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| Hold mine, goldmine, keepin it classical
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| How we rock it just so cunnin and masterful
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| And that’s that flow that the people was askin fo'
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| Yeah man, I mean
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| I try to tell 'em from the gate man
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| We just spreadin this out, we gon' give it
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| We gon' give life a good ol' shot, yeah umm
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| I’m shootin for mines, I’m puttin everything in a pot
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| Yeah, huh, bet that, bet that
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| Project Blowed, I’m Park’s finest
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| Billy Higgins, the world stage, Dynasty and rhymers
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| I’m like primer, underneath your fresh paint
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| Don’t you ever think to let you try to say the West ain’t
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| Whattup, Mikah 9, Medusa
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| 2Mex, PEACE, Ave, 'Driver and Jupiter
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| Ben Caldwell, aw hell, the whole hood
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| Big Pun, no name, up to no good
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| Ellay Khule, T-Dac, Missing Page
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| Party ain’t over 'til I disengage
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| But shut your mouth up you always barkin
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| What’chu gonna do when your world get darkened
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| Pull up on the side of you right where you’re parkin
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| Light flash in front of you and life start sparkin
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| Hold me down and I’ll hold you up
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| I’m hot ice, cold in the cut, nigga what
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| I take flight, soarin to higher heights
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| I’m so tight that God bless everything I write
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| Plus I stick to your ribs at night
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| I’m like oatmeal, peanut butter, beans and rice
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| I said — I take flight, soarin to higher heights
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| I’m so tight that God bless everything I write
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| Plus I stick to your ribs at night
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| I’m like oatmeal, peanut butter, beans and rice
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| Yeah, respect to all my fallen soldiers
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| That had to leave this lifetime early
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| Big up to my homies that’s already here
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| Big up to my my my homies, my family
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| My peoples, my uncles, my aunties
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| My cousins, my two sisters my brother
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| My mother and father, one love to everybody
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| You know, do good, do good on yo' - on yo' journey
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| I’m tryin to do good on mine, I’m holdin it down |