| Girl you knocking at the wrong door
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| I ain’t home anyways, I’ve been on tour
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| Jordan Concords, no Tom Ford
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| Think it’s time for a new wave, is you on board?
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| I kill ‘em from bonjour to encore
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| Start at the bottom, record in my basement
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| Now my girl asking how long I’ll be gone for
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| LA on business like this is vacation
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| Can’t even tell her my current location
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| She checking up on me like I’m on probation
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| Got me a lawyer to settle my cases
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| Cuz I don’t got time for this whole litigation
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| Bet I come home to a standing ovation
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| I sleep and awaken with blunts in rotation
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| Your shit is old shit, I’m Ne-Yo (Neo) I’m so sick
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| Got red pills and blue pills like I’m in The Matrix
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| Am I relevant now?
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| I don’t really give a fuck, am I celibate now?
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| No I get a lotta brain, I’m intelligent now
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| So I don’t carry cash on me for the hell of it now
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| And all the hoes give me love, they suppose every plug
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| Give me drugs that could prolly put an elephant down
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| So they come around acting all elegant now
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| And I’m the one they’ve been telling you ‘bout
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| I’m that dude
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| HOOK
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| I’m the one they talk about, reason why they listen
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| I was just being me now I’m the one they wanna be
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| Don’t know what you talking ‘bout, think it’s time to go
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| Yeah it’s time to blow and I’m shooting like I’m, shooting like I’m, going off
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| (He actually says, «shooting like a, shooting like a, gun»)
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| All bets down, bet I rock ya
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| Young yellow-headed show stopper
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| Bought a whole flock of Grey Goose vodka
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| Make em all scream like Phantom of the Opera
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| Pull up in the Ghost, ain’t that scary
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| Cocaine paint job, leather black cherry
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| Catch a flight from Chicago to Cabo
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| Now I’m rapping like I found Drake’s Blackberry
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| Feet in the sand, drink in my hand
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| Minding my business, no leaking my plans
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| I don’t negotiate, that’s inappropriate
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| Tell your associate «meet my demands»
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| Thinking of days I just needed a chance
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| Nights on the road I would sleep in the van
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| Don’t eat alone cuz I feast with the fam
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| I blew my advance like a week in advance
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| Speaking of bands, I’m reaching the fans
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| I don’t see no open seats in the stands
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| Hoes in the front can’t squeeze in them pants
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| Got damn, got her blowing in my ear like Lance
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| Woah
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| I must be the King right?
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| Coming back home for the ring right?
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| I was only 9 way back in '99
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| ‘Bout time Weezy called it «Bling Bling» right? |
| Right?
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| HOOK |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Going Off , by - Cal Scruby. Song from the album House in the Hills, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп