| Most times I drive with a samurai eye
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| cuz my lady says my style was set the fly
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| and held tight like a pistol grip
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| with a new meanin to the word pistol whip
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| she says she loves how I look in the rain
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| but since i never cry, yo, it shows my pain
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| so I threw on the hat and killed all that
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| man imma rap cat I dont feel all that
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| Man God Khan
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| Primetime on the candy grime
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| baby lookin at me tryin ta read my mind
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| she can see that my mouth be spittin lines
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| but she ain never been in love with a peices sign
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| shit man now im like a parlays bet
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| im in the cd player of your coke connect
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| fucker flame on fucker flame off
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| you can see my aditude if the game lost
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| Adjust the base on the Nakamichi
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| roll the blunts optimos is peachey
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| I dress smooth like Cappadonna
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| hang with sharks and mean piranhas
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| keep my style all in your mental
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| drive and shake my shirley temple
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| I just might fly on continental
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| and beat this dime piece in the rental
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| she love I
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| Cats come in there armani suits
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| lookin way too cute
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| tell the freak ta speread the loot
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| man imma tell you one thig two times
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| the homie down the street yo hes got 3 nines
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| see where im from yo that aint to crime
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| see certain numbers hafta keep your ass in line
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| even if it shines and gets dark
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| throw a new engine in a old skylark
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| the silver Fox with the Goldylocks
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| here to shake the block
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| like you bake the rocks
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| and to make the cream
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| but dont taste the cream
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| cuz when you make the cream its the shceme
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| na' mean?
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| man its something like a vegas roll
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| you get to chopin up and i can get with major hoes
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| you get to runnin like a tiger when the dangers go
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| youre lucky if you even get the change of clothes
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| Word
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| swicth up to a diamond light
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| its like cuttin butter baby with a sharper knife
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| blunted up one day off glue
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| shes lookin at me takin off my shoe
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| she asked me somethin that I neva eva knew
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| she said «Nicky, I wonder what it’s like to be you.»
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| I keep it goin on, flowin on
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| baby till the break of dawn
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| Andre Nicky baby dont make me none
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| im tryin ta get everything under the sun
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| I like when you put my hair up in a bun
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| then I go like an arsonist
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| I put the dope together baby like pharmacist
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| and whats wrong with this
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| and whos bomb is this
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| man the blunt is rolled tighter than a boxer’s fist
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| God
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| I come down like candle wax
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| I catch you off guard see if you can handle that
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| Man im the motorolla coka-cola
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| do it like the Ayatollah
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| service so slow because it sticks like jail
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| why is the judge raisin up this bail?
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| thats your sister baby I couldnt tell
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| I roll around like DJ Run
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| my thug homies want me to see they guns
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| i get between you like a boxin ref
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| man whats up with that freak,
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| have you knocked her yet?
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| I treat popeyes like gourmet
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| Zap cold bumps rocks and chantea
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| Keep my nails cut with precision
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| add and multiply division
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| money makins how im livin
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| smokin weed up in the kitchen
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| you feel 'aight
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| im at the bird like a steam ray southern like a ghost
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| turn around and dissappear or somthin like a ghost
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| lookin like a cat that just got chose
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| smellin like a rolls closin all four doors |