| You know it’s crazy right?
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| I’ve been out on the west coast
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| Kickin it, grindin
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| It’s the same thing everywhere I go though
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| Know what I’m talkin 'bout?
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| Yeah!
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| Major Pain boy
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| Man the streets just ain’t the same, I stay on the low, low
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| Cause y’all be messin up the game, don’t keep it real no mo'
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| That’s why I’m a keep that thang, everywhere I go whoa
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| I’m solo, solo, solo, solo
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| Know what I’m talkin 'bout?
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| Took it to the west coast
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| Solo, solo (uh), solo, solo
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| The suits tried to hate on us
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| Solo, solo (let's get it), solo, solo (ye-yeah)
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| Now I lay me down to sleep, pray to God my soul to keep
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| If I should die before I wake, I just want my soul to creep
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| Do it like I did it in the Long Beach streets, when I’m upstairs with the ODB
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| Shame on a Nigga for tryin to run game on a nigga, lame nigga you won’t be me
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| Won’t be Proof, won’t be Pun, won’t be Pimp, won’t be 'Pac
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| Same nigga in the passenger seat askin you to pass the weed is a low key cop
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| (yeah)
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| That’s why I do my dirt by my lonely, out with the wind, my enemies don’t know
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| me
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| Even the ones pretendin to be a friend of me, my mama can feel your energy,
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| homeboy your phony!
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| Tell me you love me, dap me and hug me, knife in the back, how triflin is that?
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| Then the shit get ugly, the '09 Muggsy, nice with a MAC, put a price on your
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| hat (bap)
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| Came in the world all by myself, leave out the world all by myself
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| I remind myself to ask the most high, to protect my mind, my body,
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| my health (please)
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| Yeah, yeah, ye-yeah
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| Why would I kick it? |
| All y’all some snitches, y’all look suspicious,
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| don’t need your love (love)
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| Used to love me when I was broke, I got rich and now you’re gonna heat me up?
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| You gon' beat me what? |
| Come on Cletus, walk over your limp back
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| I am not the one to be pissed at, cause you gon' mess around and get pimp
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| slapped (yeah)
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| Nothin worse than a beggin stripper, not dancin, sayin I better tip her
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| I ain’t down with that beggin baby, get on your grind, cause I beg to differ
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| Naw I wasn’t born with a silver spoon (spoon)
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| Snakes ain’t welcome up in the room (room)
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| Bet ya I’m the one that make you change your tune
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| When I bomb up on ya like «tick, tick, tick, boom»
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| Super cool, don’t be fooled by the haterism on overdose (dose)
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| Hombre negocio es en la casa, it’s over folks (folks)
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| Gettin money from coast to coast and that’s the reason I hold the most
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| Better not be in my rear view, cause I will shoot when I’m on the spokes
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| It ain’t fair for you, get a parachute, I’ll embarrass you if you don’t leap
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| Don’t matter if I roll deep, you be «Super Dave» and you gon' leak
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| Run up on me actin like ya hungry, I turn the heat to a cold feast
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| You gonna feel like you obese when I make ya swallow my whole piece
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| (*gunshot*) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Solo , by - Chamillionaire. Song from the album Mixtape Messiah 7, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп