| I keep it playa while some choose to play it safe
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| Boy check the resume, it’s risky business in the A
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| I keep it playa while some choose to play it safe
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| Boy check the resume, it’s risky business in the A
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| In the A, in the A, in the A, in the A, uh
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| A, in the A, in the A, in the A, uh
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| A, in the A, in the A, in the A, uh
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| A, in the A, in the A, in the A, uh
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| I’m a Bankhead nigga, you can bank that nigga
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| Looking for a sucka, well I ain’t that nigga
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| I’m looking for the money, where the bank at nigga
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| I’m triple OG, outrank that nigga
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| I’m cold, riding through the city on vogues
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| 30 karats in the Rollie for the bitches and the hoes
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| Hanging out the window of a Bentley
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| I just met my connect, dropped off snow in the bluff
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| On James P. Brawley, ain’t we ballin'
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| Got a problem with it, nigga bang that 40
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| Niggas nowadays just ain’t like shawty
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| Don’t spit that cocaine like shawty
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| Set it on fire, they flame ain’t like shawty
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| Flow don’t go insane, I’m mental
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| Blowing presidential, 20 bricks off in the rental
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| We official ATLiens with plenty ye to sell again
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| DEA on our tail again, well tell amigo mail again
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| Dope boy, trap nigga shit I did it
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| Say you want a hundred bricks well I bet I get it
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| Tell them other sucka niggas tryna rep my city
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| K.I.N.G. |
| bitch best get with it
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| All I know is go get it, swag so silly
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| Checks on deck, I’m racked up with it
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| Got a house College Park, stay stacked up with it
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| Got a Louis V bag, stay sacked up with it
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| Big diamonds in my Cuban
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| They won’t be where we go shooting, mane
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| In the A, it’s undisputed
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| We some legends, best to do it, mane
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| King shit, Buckingham Palace
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| Til I’m bucking on a muthafuckin' beat goddammit, I
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| Ain’t lost a step, but some of y’all niggas flaw to death
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| Since Player’s Ball, I was called the best
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| And now they only call me Daddy Fat Sax
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| The Cadillac-a with the diamond in the back
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| With the sunroof top
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| My daddy said I’m lackin' the vitamin D the sun won’t stop
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| Shine brighter, rhyme tighter
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| Than anybody in your top ten my nighga, my nigga
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| Like a postman, I deliver
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| See I’m the letter with the anthrax in it, pass that, hit it
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| Sniff it, snort it, then gon' take a bump shawty
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| Uh, take a number cause I’m serving the chumps
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| That wanna jump up and get beat down, I’m Brand Nubian
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| Brand new again, never get old
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| When I was little, boy they said I had a old soul
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| Old gold
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| Riding with some pimps on a ho stroll, now that’s loco
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| And you’re local, and I’m global
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| That means worldwide like a rising tide
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| I’m gonna subside and rise again like clockwork
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| C-Bone is gonna show you how the Glock work *brrat*
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| Nonviolent though, no violence, just styling ho
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| From the birthplace of MLK where everything ain’t okay but KKK
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| I’m more Malcolm than Martin, come get some, be a target
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| Standing in the kitchen with the AK, aka the Choppa
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| Now this is the A-Town, come on the premises if you wanna
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| Play with death, you get stung like the Crocodile Hunter
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| Got them racks, slanging them packs and no we can’t leave them sacks alone
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| Hired an assistant cause my weed need a chaperone
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| (Luda!) And then Big Boi will pass the lighter
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| I’m convinced that we started the California brush fires
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| One, two, and it don’t stop; |
| So many whips at my crib
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| Ya chick came, the bitch thought it was a road block
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| Spending cash so fast, you’d think I’m foolish
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| And I love chicks with ass so it arch like St. Louis
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| Got chicks hugging my nuts like a speedo
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| 'Cause when I’m on the mic, I go for broke like T. O
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| But we know I’m rich and pay the bills at my mother house
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| Atlanta cribs jealous cause I’m chilling at my other house
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| Yeah you may be able to out-trap me
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| But none of you niggas will ever out-rap me
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| What is this that you say?!
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| What’s this you say?
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| Is that what you say?
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| Is that what you say?!
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| Is that what you say?
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| They stay out all night on the basketball court
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| Practicing, and practicing their jump shot
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| Practicing their hook-shot
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| And practicing and practicing, and then they’re qualified for the majors
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| Well why can’t you stay up all night practicing your multiplication
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| Practicing your Chemistry, practicing your Physics
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| Why can’t you stay up practicing that?!
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| If practice makes perfect, then why do you just specialize in fun things
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| And not in the things that require effort, commitment, and sacrifice |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song In The A, artist - Big Boi. Album song Vicious Lies and Dangerous Rumors, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп