| Uh, opportunity be knocking
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| Let a motherfucker in
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| Opportunity be knocking, you gotta let a motherfucker in
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| I kiss my mother on the cheek, tell her that I love her
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| You ain’t gotta worry 'bout a thing, I got it covered
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| Why you think I’m out here actin' crazy?
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| Why you think I’m out here actin' crazy?
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| Why you think I’m out here actin' crazy?
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| Ma, you know I’m still your little baby
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| All my life I was a fuck-up, Now I pull the truck up
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| Same bitch stuck up, now she wanna suck us
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| See me hanging out the window screaming «What, what!?»
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| No more tough luck; |
| a different cloth is what
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| I’m cut from, baby oh my lord
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| The cops chasing Bronson in an all-white Ford
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| Shit, I’m on an all-night tour
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| Bitch, I’m alright, but I’m off that raw
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| I’m in a robe dancing salsa on the top floor
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| You would swear I’m Puerto Rican but I’m not, lord
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| Hot hoes every city that we go, singing
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| «Heads high, kill 'em with it now!»
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| All I do is eat oysters
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| And speak six languages in three voices
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| It’s Adriatic Summers on the samples
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| Don’t even try to call him, not available for nothing
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| Unless it’s stupid paper, hop out the Studebaker
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| With Anita Baker, uh
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| Uh, I feel so alive I think I shit myself
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| I should kiss myself, I’m staring at the man inside the mirror
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| The reflection shows a wolf though
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| Goddamn, I’m still cute ho
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| All my women play the flute, saw me place a melon and prosciutt'
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| Left handed, make the Fender cry
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| Count money with a reverend’s smile, the Devil’s eye
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| Half-Cherokee and Gemini, uh
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| Motherfuckers are Dumb Pete from Jump Street
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| I’ll turn your chest plate to lunch meat
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| I’m in a Humvee, looking like a young me
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| Now these motherfuckers all wanna be chubby
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| I switch the season, now the hair’s curled
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| Tan skin, I need a bad girl
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| Cause James Brown said «It's a man’s world»
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| In a Transam' Twirl, the burner handle made of pearl
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| That’s just «Daddy's Little Girl» |