| Uhh
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| As I sit in my b-boy stance
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| With flip-flops and socks, and sweatpants
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| We finna enhance your brain, check it out
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| Verse One: Big Boi, Andre
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| Once upon a time not long ago
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| When the playa from the Pointe didn’t have no flow
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| A nigga hit me for my tennis shoes, walkin to the sto'
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| Caught a nigga slippin, but now I lay it to the flo'
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| just like carbon, cuz I got the heat in my rhythm
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| Momma nay not, never braggin just to stay knot
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| Even when I was a younger lad I learned my lesson
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| Never talked to strangers in the trap and answered questions
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| The Pope and his folks got us under a scope
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| But for unknown reasons cuz we don’t sell dope
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| That you distribute, we don’t contribute, to your clandestine
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| activity, my soliloquoy, may be hard for some to swallow
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| But so is cod liver oil
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| You went behind my back like Bluto when he cut up Olive Oyl
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| Two things I hate lies and thieves they make my blood boil
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| Boa constricted, on my soul that they call
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| Chorus: Andre
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| Touched by the wheelz of s |