| Are you serious?
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| Okay, envision this! |
| Hmm
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| Look, picture me leanin'
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| Black on black in the Charger I’m creepin'
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| Rub me the right way, you might get a genie
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| B.o.B, black Houdini
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| But this is not magic, you actually seen this
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| Glide up the street like a broom I’m sweepin'
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| And I see no reason
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| To give the game back, I’m selfish, I’m keepin'
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| DJ Spins, Mr. Southern Swagger
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| Hello my nigga MLK, DJ Scream
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| And we present to you
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| One of the hottest young niggas out the Decatur streets
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| My nigga B.o.B
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| Get 'em!
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| Look, picture me leanin'
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| Black on black in the Charger I’m creepin'
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| Rub me the right way, you might get a genie
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| B.o.B, black Houdini
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| But this is not magic, you actually seen this
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| Glide up the street like a broom I’m sweepin'
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| And I see no reason
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| To give the game back, I’m selfish, I’m keepin'
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| And on this mic, I’m a devil I’m a demon
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| Hemp Squad on deck, and several bitches screamin'
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| «SKUUUUU!» |
| Believe me
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| Eastside, me high
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| On some stuff, you couldn’t get without a budget
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| But I got ten of those — so fuck it!
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| But that’s a long subject
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| So let’s get back to how the boy does it
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| When I pull up at the red light, e’rybody like
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| Yeahhh — there it is
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| And when I pull up at the BG, e’rybody like
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| Yeahhh — there it is
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| And when I’m ridin through your neighborhood, e’rybody like
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| Yeahhh — there it is
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| No matter where I go, ain’t gotta say my name, they like
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| Yeahhh — there it is
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| HOOD RICH!
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| Oh oh okay they must not know
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| So let me introduce myself, yes I’m B to the O
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| To the B to the O to the B to the O
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| B, Eastside’s where I’m from, Candler Road (Eastside!!)
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| Huh, so as the story is told
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| I grew up in the hood so I struggled at home
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| Struggled bein broke, still grew up and rose
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| To the status where I’m at, with B. Rich on a boat
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| And swag still with me, Hemp Squad you know
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| And when we at our shows girls throw us they clothes
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| So I don’t care what you do with the hoe
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| She a freak so she know what to do with a pole
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| And I ain’t sayin' that’s the usual code
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| But you know girls, they do what they doe
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| I mean they do what they do
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| And Trey said show 'em what my music can do
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| When I pull up at the red light, e’rybody like
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| Yeahhh — there it is
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| And when I pull up at the BB, e’rybody like
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| Yeahhh — there it is
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| And when I’m ridin through your neighborhood, e’rybody like
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| Yeahhh — there it is
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| No matter where I go, ain’t gotta say my name, they like
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| Yeahhh — there it is
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| Ha! |
| Back again back again
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| Ridin Funkadelic, folk ask about my rims
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| Like «B.o.B — are those 10's?»
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| Matter fact, you backwards nigga, add 'em up again
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| Plus 20, that’s 30 (30?)
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| Uhh, yeah, you heard me!
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| And I know that’s kinda big
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| But I’m a big nigga so I’m on that kind of shit
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| And this song I just knocked it out
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| B.o.B, Hemp Squad, I’m clockin' out
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| When I pull up at the red light, e’rybody like
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| Yeahhh — there it is
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| And when I pull up at the BG, e’rybody like
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| Yeahhh — there it is
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| And when I’m ridin through your neighborhood, e’rybody like
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| Yeahhh — there it is
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| No matter where I go, ain’t gotta say my name, they like
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| Yeahhh — there it is |