| Uh-oh.
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| Uh-oh, uh-oh.
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| Uh-oh.
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| Uh-oh, uh-oh.
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| It’s like that y’all! |
| (Oh my, it’s like this!)
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| It’s like that y’all! |
| (No, uh-uh, it’s like this!)
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| It’s like that y’all! |
| (No, uh-uh, it’s like this!)
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| It’s like that y’all! |
| (No, uh-uh, it’s like this!)
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| Man, we ride top peel’t back, (Uh-huh) chapstick with the shine
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| Know what they know 'bout that, (Uh-huh) on the mission to get mine
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| I’m ridin with Fat Cracks (Heyy!) Slic Patna one of a kind
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| Man Shawty Putt, got my back, drop down, drop of a dime
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| Now go on girl! |
| Let’s see ya shake it 'til you can’t shake it no more
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| This for my folk, posted up in the cut, we chief in control
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| Now what it is y’all, mayne, I thought y’all already know
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| I’m old school like the hubcaps with them folds, now take it slow
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| I’m just rollin man, ho patrollin, pistol holdin
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| and hopin to stack up my cheese, before the mo’nin
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| Cuz somethin, sho’got to give out here, we bumpin
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| Like two fifteens off in yo’trunk, this shit been thumpin
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| Uh-huh.Yeah
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| He ain’t talk that shit in every rhyme he wrote (Huh?)
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| I turn around and rock-n-roll with Shawdy Lo (Huh?)
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| I stand before ya, check the tag for authenticity
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| Gon’make ya know — I got my Slic Patna off in here wit me See Shawdy make a play, he’s a ten year veteran
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| Take these young G’s to school, learn 'em a lesson,
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| 'bout me (Huh?) Shawdy with the gold tooth grin
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| Play the cut low-key, D-Boy, get it in Call in Front Street, (Uh-huh) make sure they got the money right
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| From Trump’s tree, we brought heat for when these niggas run up on me
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| It don’t stop it don’t quit
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| You hear me talkin nigga, it’s like this
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| De deje
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| I told ya A dark cloud bring the storm, the natural born
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| I, give it to 'em raw, in it’s purest form
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| That THING, they JUMP IN, know what I MEAN?
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| That thing holla, (Back-a-bone!) with the thing
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| I’m, So Fresh, So Clean, never no frap'
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| I’m, going to the club, bullshit ya not!
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| SWAT, GA, I’m from that A-T-L-A-N-T-A-G-A
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| Cascade, with a clich?, smoke some (*inhales*)
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| Burn it down, keep it workin all across town
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| Break bread, tell them young niggas «Put down»
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| OK, Slic Patna is you wit me (Fo'sho', ya right!)
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| Lil’buddy tell 'em what it hit like!
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| Man you know these hoes chose, a nigga spit that pimp shit
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| These niggas hate, cuz we grippin wood when we whip shit
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| Win or lose, I’ma be the first nigga to rip shit
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| A double T-I-C, we gon’tell ya some good shit
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| If that girl ain’t got no dinner fixed, dip, fuck that bullshit
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| Never slip, one in the chamber for all that punk shit
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| Didn’t write schemes, my whole team on some money shit
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| Come tell me right, my folk ain’t down wit that funny shit
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| Some niggas I know, been steady flexin on that bunny shit
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| Roll up some dope and they swear that they runnin shit
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| I caught my man and these hoes, they know some other shit
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| Don’t tell your life is hemp, Slic Patna runnin shit |