| Cuz the sound’s so amazing, amazing
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| Like the sound of the voice of Marvin Gaye
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| Singing a song of choice I’m saying
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| Niggas still find a way to hate the plate you was making
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| Cuz the beats is dangerous, and the rhymes is crazy
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| And my flow is on that new age shit
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| So I’m like, damn how can they hate this
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| But niggas still can’t relate like two kids that ain’t kin
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| But I know the flow it can’t be stopped
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| Maybe not, burnt Cajun flaming hot shit
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| Niggas start laying like? |
| with they face to the floor
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| And prayin', hoping I don’t make shit
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| They shake when my feet start pacing the floor
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| From back and forth anticipating
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| My next line, this torture, scorchin' ya faces
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| That might be a «e in the source pages
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| «Nothing's gonna stop, nothing’s gonna stop, nothing’s gonna stop me»
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| Hook:
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| Come and fuck with your mans, blaze up the gas, cups in your hands
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| Going for the crown it’s the world renowned
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| Came thru the door and we SHUT SHIT DOWN (2X)
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| «Nothing's gonna stop, nothing’s gonna stop, nothing’s gonna stop me»
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| The backseat driven, the Black beat riffin'
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| They all rap, but when it’s Black it seem different
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| They call back-up, niggas need they teams wit |