| Skip to my Lou, Lou skipped to class
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| Come up on some work now we gon' get some cash
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| Put it in a Pyrex, mix, swirl and bake
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| Put it on the block, now he flip pearl for paint
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| Uh, he coming up, he get girls and weight
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| But enemies him gotta exterminate
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| Gonna figure out if he did serve he’d make
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| The same amount of cake that he did
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| Working late for eight weeks straight
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| Oh, that’s some dough, dollar sign make it sound so rational
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| Pluggin' dudes in like a coaxial
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| For loot he can make the thing go clap for sure
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| Now he got a gat and he hold that, you know?
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| Creased up jeans and a throwback, you know?
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| Watch and the chain and they so plat, you know?
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| KC fitted brim so flat, you know?
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| Now he got a gat and he hold that, you know?
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| Creased up jeans and a throwback, you know?
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| Watch and the chain and they so plat, you know?
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| KC fitted brim so flat, you know?
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| Uh, he got the block, he lock the street, he’s making moves now
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| He’s making moves now, see he make it move now
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| Now he got a gat and he hold that, you know?
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| Creased up jeans and a throwback, you know?
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| Watch and the chain and they so plat, you know?
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| KC fitted brim so flat, you know?
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| Uh, yeah, he looking like a professional
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| Gangster drug dealer that’ll cold tap you though
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| So when you hear the thing go clack, you know?
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| Who the director and you gon' act your role
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| Now the hood hot and the block filled with hate
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| The wrong motherfucker just got killed today
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| Ghetto vendetta when the Glock peel your face
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| The whole hood’ll watch and will not spill the name
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| Well, plots change, things switch around
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| It’s inevitable, the king gets the crown
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| The crown gets the price, the price hits the town
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| King dead 'fore the damn thing hits the ground
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| Bad mo’fucker sling English around
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| He don’t like trouble, but he brings it around
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| Run up on ya quick when the thing spits around
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| And take a half second, like: «click, click, KAPOW»
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| What it was, blood on the duds
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| Wet like sweat, but not from the buzz
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| He said «cool when the word get to my crew
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| They be coming for you, too, Skip to my Lou»
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| Skip to my Lou, Skip to my Lou
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| Skip to my Lou, Skip to my Lou, my darling
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| He got the block, he lock the street, he makin' moves now
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| He makin' moves now, see he make it move now
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| Now he got a gat and he hold that, you know?
|
| Creased up jeans and a throwback, you know?
|
| Watch and a chain and they so plat, you know?
|
| KC fitted brim so flat, you know?
|
| Now I got a gat and I hold that, you know?
|
| Creased up jeans and a throwback, you know?
|
| Watch and a chain and they so plat, you know?
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| KC fitted brim, Skip, Skip, Skip
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| Skip to my Lou, guess who Skipped to class
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| Come up on some work, now I’m gon' get some cash
|
| Put it in a Pyrex, mix, swirl and bake
|
| Put it on the block, now I flip pearl for paint
|
| Uh, I’m coming up, I get girls and weight
|
| But enemies I gotta exterminate
|
| Gonna figure out if I did serve I’d make
|
| The same amount of cake that I did
|
| Working late for eight weeks straight
|
| Oh, that’s some dough, dollar sign make it sound so rational
|
| Pluggin' dudes in like a coaxial
|
| For loot I can make the thing go clap for sure
|
| Now I got a gat and I hold that, you know?
|
| Creased up jeans and a throwback, you know?
|
| Watch and a chain and they so plat, you know?
|
| KC fitted brim so flat, you know?
|
| Uh, yeah, I’m lookin' like a professional
|
| Gangster drug dealer that’ll cold tap you though
|
| So, when you hear the thing go clack, you know?
|
| Who the director and you gonna act your role
|
| Now the hood hot and the block filled with hate
|
| The wrong motherfucker just got killed today
|
| Ghetto vendetta when the Glock peel your face
|
| The whole hood’ll watch and will not spill the name
|
| Well, plots change, things switch around
|
| It’s inevitable, the king gets the crown
|
| The crown gets the price, the price hits the town
|
| The king dead 'fore the damn thing hits the ground
|
| Bad motherfucker sling English around
|
| I don’t like trouble, but I bring it around
|
| Run up on ya quick when the thing spits around
|
| And take a half second, like: «click, click, KAPOW»
|
| What it was, blood on the duds
|
| Wet like sweat, but not from the buzz
|
| I said cool when the word get to my crew
|
| They be coming for you, too, Skip to my Lou
|
| Skip to my Lou, Skip to my Lou
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| Skip to my Lou, Skip to my Lou, my darling
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| I got the block, I lock the street, I’m makin moves now
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| I’m makin moves now, see, I make it move now
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| I got the block, I lock the street, I’m makin moves now
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| I’m makin moves now, see, I make it move now |