| It’s mines i want that give me that
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| ricky shake the party screamin «where the remy at»
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| spinnin like some rims on some daytons and vouges
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| and my my my how the indo goes
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| freeze like a frosty with the cappucino taste
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| nickname my product like cookies in the cake
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| like damn baby I’m lovin' your beautiful face
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| but my fillmoe heart got my whole mindstate
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| so illegal like moonshine ryme design
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| temper like a phoneix when i open my eyes
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| and mash on it crash on it blast on it
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| count your money put your stash on it cash on it
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| bring your lifejacket cuz you just might drown
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| have you ever seen the tears of a clown get down
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| bring yo life jacket cuz you just might drown
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| have you ever seen the tears of a clown
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| Rapid fire from the empire wit no desire
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| walking on a tightwire born again liar
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| you might not understand my love for rap
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| but until then show me where the money’s at
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| and my tigers want cognac kovosia
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| clownin on freaks anytime of the day
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| with no pause no shame no game no blame
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| tearin' up the streets in my all star chucks
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| i’ma liquidate em all wit unforgetable paragraphs
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| it was all for the money so we took the wrong path (POW)
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| I got bullets that’ll crack the sky
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| hit nacys for a burger milkshake and frys
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| «nicky why"is what they say when I hit the set
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| with no reply I’m gettin' high so they gots to geuss
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| but bring a lifejacket cuz you just might drown
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| have you ever seen the tears of a clown get down
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| bring a lifejacket cuz you just might drown
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| have you ever seen the tears of a clown
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| Dot dot dotta dot
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| dot dot dotta
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| dot dot dotta dot
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| dot dot dotta
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| da messy getin crazy lookin like a cry baby
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| bacardi at the party for the flyest young lady
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| i told you about the frostys wit the cappucino taste
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| but what about the cats wit the gats in ya face? |
| check it
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| luxery weapons facsinate the brain
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| baby get your ticket we on soul train
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| with nicky nicky raps raps nicky nicky rymes
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| nicky nicky caps caps nicky nicky crimes
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| i mob through the city as i crank the beat
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| fire up tuff on the gangsta streets
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| steer to the reer like a clear alear jet
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| hit the corner like a shadow with the grey siloette
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| like rex what’s next
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| i gotta keep it bumpin
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| i gotta clown something when the hoes start frontin
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| and why i stay high off mary j. |
| blige
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| and when theres a drought all birds do fly
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| all through the air 'till they hit yo set
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| and if you talk too much then you will get wet
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| but bring a life jacket cuz you just might drown
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| have you ever seen the tears of a clown get down
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| bring a lifejacket’cuz you just might drown
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| have you ever seen the tears of a clown
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| (ohhhohhohh ohh hahahaha your killin' me man
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| hohoho your killin me hahahaha ohh shit) |