| All I have to do is roll up
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| (Bumps beating out the truck)
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| All I have to do is show up
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| And everybody like «Holy shit!»
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| Step out the car, I’m out to the bar
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| They flock from afar like «Holy shit!»
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| Walked through the door, heard a little more
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| From folks on the dance floor «Holy shit!»
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| Order up a round for hoes in the lounge
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| Throw a little money down «Holy shit!»
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| I don’t play games, they all know my name
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| And show me respect when they say «Holy shit!»
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| I fired up a blunt of that super skunk
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| And everybody in the club like «Holy shit!»
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| They like what you smell, wanna know if it’s for sale
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| I pull out the scale and they like «Holy shit!»
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| Bag up the dub sacks, increase the paper stacks
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| Bitches can’t hold back like «Holy shit!»
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| Took them bitches no doubt, you know what I’m about
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| Let me hear the Juggalos shout «Holy shit!»
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| Oh!
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| Oh, oh!
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| Oh, oh!
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| Oh, ohh!
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| Ohh!
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| Up to the next spot, pull up on the block
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| System in the truck and it’s like «Holy shit!»
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| Ride up on the curb and the peoples' heads turnin'
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| The bitches steady burnin' like «Holy shit!»
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| They like what I roll in even if it’s stolen
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| The window’s broken like «Holy shit!»
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| They love how I’m living cos it’s unforgiving
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| And the gang rags expressing how I’m feeling «Holy shit!»
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| When I show up, the spot will blow up
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| A block party what’s up like «Holy shit!»
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| The sounds that I bump, makes everybody jump
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| Psychopathic Rydas still dump like «Holy shit!»
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| Bitches titties shaking, got that ass breaking
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| Popping non-stop like «Holy shit!»
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| They like looking for attention, they got it did I mention
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| Never any tension like «Holy shit!»
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| They love what I’m saying, the shit I’m creating
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| It’s truly unmistaken like «Holy shit!»
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| The dead man no faking, unfazed by hating
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| Never be replacing like «Holy shit!» |