| A: I’m hungry, man
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| L: Hey, it’s the DJ
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| A: This is the DJ?
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| L: Yeah
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| J: vibrate, Haile Selassie, y’know … this is 2011, Caribbean magazine,
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| maybe you know him
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| A: Aaah, that’s the guy
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| J: Yes
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| M: We wanna hear you live, talk- let’s hear somethin'
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| J: Come on, come on, come on
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| I’m steppin' in hotter this year
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| I’m steppin' in hotter this year
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| I’m steppin' in hotter this year
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| I’m steppin' in hotter this year
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| Yeah, it’s me
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| Yo, these queers tryna rock me to sleep (Never)
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| But the show got a line
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| Around five blocks, read it and weep (Bitch)
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| Shit, I’m unexplained like a lot of things (What?)
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| If I see it and I want it, I’ma get it baby, ba-da-bing (Bing)
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| No doors on my jeep (Nope)
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| That’s the case, I had to jump out
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| And Stacey Dash on police (Yo, I’m out! Yo, I’m out!)
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| I shoulda tried out for the Chiefs, damn (Uh)
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| A Hall of Famer at the least, damn (Uh)
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| This train won’t stop, so my chick won’t top (Nope)
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| I’m bouncing down the block in that '62 drop ('62 drop)
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| I’m so sincere, man, I shit you not (I shit you not)
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| I’m qualified to speak for my attorneys
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| Address the jury in a Shaq jersey (The black one)
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| This is one night only, Dragon vs. Phoenix (Yeah)
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| I think I’ll fuck around and throw Aladdin on the remix (Yeah)
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| You can never score a point against my defense (No)
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| For many years, my mind been going off the deep end
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| Uh, like Tom Hanks with the soccer ball
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| You get turned into a taco (Mmm)
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| Uh, they thought Body was Bruce Willis in Morocco
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| (Hey, Bruce Willis? Bruce Willis?)
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| Like I said, they’ll never find you in a pot roast (Never)
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| Uh, they’ll never find you in a pot roast
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| I’m steppin' in hotter this year
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| I’m steppin' in hotter this year
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| When the sun don’t shine no more
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| And the rain keep bubbling down
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| And it can’t exsolve the pain
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| Baby, you can call my name
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| When the sun don’t shine no more
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| And the rain keep bubbling down
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| And it can’t exsolve the pain
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| Baby, you can call my name
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| Yo, yeah, yo
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| Suicidal doors, bipolar necklaces
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| Army suit matchin' this coupe 'cause we perfectionists
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| Three’s basic, forty-five colors on the Coogi
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| You see me but you never knew me, somethin' like a failed father
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| Up in Saks bustin' down racks
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| We out in Bal Harbour, certified
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| Looking like I’m powerin' appliance
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| Beefin' over money that can sour an alliance
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| Infused EVOO, sitting in the cabinet
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| Used to hold the work under the whip using a magnet
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| Outfits, controversial like I’m Russell Westbrook
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| Code name Lorraine, 'bout to hit you with a left hook
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| And fuck these old niggas actin' like they made us
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| We superceded everything they did so now they hate us
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| Take a look at my life, 'cause I’m historical
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| You the type to compliment a Rolly at the urinal
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| I’m the type to look up continents and then explore a few
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| Splash Disaronno in the coffee
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| This watch is costly, I tell the time with your salary
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| Every Gucci hoodie that’s out, you couldn’t style with me
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| Creamed spinach, vintage, tinted but still shine through
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| Easy 'fore we up in the spot, I might blind you
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| Shit
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| When the sun don’t shine no more
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| And the rain keep bubbling down
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| And it can’t exsolve the pain
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| Baby, you can call my name
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| When the sun don’t shine no more
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| And the rain keep bubbling down
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| And it can’t exsolve the pain
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| Baby, you can call my name
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| Baby, you can call my name
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| That’s how you perform under pressure
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| Just cameras and stuff like that, and this man just went in there and knocked
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| it out!
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| Rastafari, mon, Haile Selassie, mon |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hot Pepper , by - Action Bronson. Song from the album Blue Chips 7000, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп