| Yeah, one two
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| Uh, it’s like this
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| Come on
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| Back in the days when I was a teenager
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| Had Myka 9 straight on a screensaver
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| Look exactly like I just smoked a green acre
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| Got that information like it was data
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| One two, let’s go, uh
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| One more time, I’ll do it
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| I got the memoirs in the rental cars
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| Spray a homie just with a simple ten bar
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| Verse or two, I will curse your crew, from Leimert, fool
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| I hit them up with the two twisted fingers
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| I want to linger, the rap singer looks like Deborah Winger
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| Dead ringer, web slinger, dead up in the street, fool
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| On Crenshaw smoking menthols with Chu Chu
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| All you niggas get the juju, my name is like flow, Joe
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| You don’t know bro, I’m from the Blowed dojo
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| You’re so-so, fuck them niggas, they don’t know bro
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| («Yeah, nigga, you just not new»)
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| I said this shit with the language splice
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| When it come through, ha
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| You ain’t a half a slice, from the afterlife
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| God, the hazard lights look exactly like twinkling stars
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| Wanna mingle with the bars, yo?
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| I look exactly like Grand Puba
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| They know that they got the bland doobah
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| All of you niggas don’t know what to do, bruh, I am a rapper
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| Young whippersnapper, jive master
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| Always live on the master, a telecaster from Leimert bro
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| Los Angeles serve the niggas on the turf, though
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| Yeah, you know what’s up
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| One, two, uh
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| Kendrick and Milo, c’mon
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| I’m on my new shit
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| I’m on my new shit
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| I’m on my new shit
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| I’m on new shit
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| I’m on my cruise ship
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| I’m on my cruise ship
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| And each week it’s another nigga killed
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| Imported bits of eloquence direct from Margaritaville
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| Never imagined Blade Runner as an idyllic film
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| And the Pokemon GO when the Pokemon GO
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| When the Pokemon GO
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| On Potrero Hill bent pole head under firmament
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| Guess I’ll just scat off axis
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| Arrogant as ever while I rattle off my praxis
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| I got these nectarines from Ganymede
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| So live again, dueling with insignificance
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| Whatever it takes to whittle at the hours
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| A never ending game of padiddle with these cowards
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| Like, why don’t you take your clothes off?
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| Argus with 100 eyes, how he harkened to another time
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| And for following every rule, all you received was applause
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| And for following every rule, all you received was applause
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| And for following every rule, all you received was applause
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| And for following every rule, all you received was applause
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| And for following every rule, all you received was applause
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| And for following every rule, all you received was applause |