| They asked me where I was going
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| Where I’m going?
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| Where I’m going?
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| What’s this guy talking about?
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| Look up. |
| Look
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| City to city, we go up, up, up!
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| You got that sticky? |
| Roll it up, up, up!
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| You sippin' something fill you cups up, up!
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| Do what we want until our time is up, up, up!
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| We keep it lit we turning up, up, up!
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| Wild as fuck we tear it up, up, up!
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| Ain’t no law we live it up, up, up!
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| Do what we want until our time is up, up, up!
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| If you ridin' wit me, buckle up, we goin' up
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| Sticky in this Biggy bumping in the trunk
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| That hippy cool as fuck, but I don’t trust nobody
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| That millie in the tuck
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| Philly born that bol he thinking with his gut
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| You see us taking off? |
| We on our astronaut/
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| Rocket bumping Pac, pocket full of hash blocks/
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| I rep them have nots, avenues and back blocks/
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| Came up around crooked cops and crack rocks/
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| They say we left for dead, let 'em rot ain’t got no shot/
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| Just a dead end job, go and punch your clock/
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| I’m a hard head though, you can thank my pop/
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| Fuck a roadblock, I hit that like a juggernaut/
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| Closed mouth don’t get fed that’s just food for thought/
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| I put some gold on my jaw now that’s expensive talk/
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| The stoners mascot, catch me at the weed spot/
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| Quarter in my socks that taste like some apricot/
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| What I’m rollin' up, this ain’t yo daddy pot/
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| I give give you ups like Lebron off the strains I got/
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| This that Doctor Spock, we on that Captain Kirk/
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| My bong rips are star ships I’ll have you leaving Earth/ |