| Well, well, well, well
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| Hello baby
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| One day your here
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| Yeah
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| And then your gone
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| Well, well, well
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| Hey
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| Ay
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| Hmm, come on La, la, la, la
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| Yeah
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| Come on, come on
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| La, la, la, la
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| Yeah, yeah
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| La, la, la, la, la, la
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| One day your here, baby (baby)
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| And then ya gone (and then ya gone)
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| One day your here, baby (hmm)
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| And then ya gone (and then ya gone)
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| One day your here, baby (baby)
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| And then ya gone (and then ya gone)
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| Pain is what I feel, baby (hmm)
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| But you know, I’m still standing strong
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| Hold on
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| You the reason we even be leanin' and riding candy
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| You the reason I even was dreaming about a caddy
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| Told you back when we talk how my label didn’t understand me
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| Every time you would call you would talk to me like we family (wassup)
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| Saw you back at the car show you walked into me and grabbed me
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| When you would run into me you hug me instead of dab me
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| Usually boys be tapping around they issue like Sammy
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| Davis but every statement you say you would say get at me (knahtalkinbout?)
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| If you feeling offended, if it was beef you’d end it
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| If it was drama splend it if needed it be prevented
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| If he kept talking down you would make sure you see the dentist
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| If you had said to sentence you said it just like your met it
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| Who could duplicate a swagger like that?
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| Not me just see but this ain’t about rap
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| It’s about Hawk, it’s about Moe, it’s about Screw, it’s about Pat
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| Told me how boys in P.A. |
| would say that that’s a nice lac
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| I said if you say I sold you the car and we have a deal
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| Then you told everybody I gave you the car foreal
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| Soon as I called you up to ask you bout what I hear
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| You told me you couldn’t lie and you only could keep it Trill
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| Every time I see that lil lady that’s on the grill
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| Reppin that in your memory while gripping on that wood wheel
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| You ain’t Killer Mike the only that told me just how ya feel
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| Thought I was dissin Paul and told me that I should chill
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| In the studio with Scarface the day before I got the call
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| Talking bout my new record an industry face we saw
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| Told me that he was done and he wasn’t really try’na ball
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| But we had to still show him that Texas still standing tall
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| Then he asked is you ready, I’m ready was my reply
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| He record an extra verse and that’s when I had asked him why
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| Told me that I can have it in the future in case he die
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| Then I told him to stop cause death is what I deny (hol' up)
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| Yestraday you were here (but why?)
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| Rodney told me it happened I swear I thought it was a lie
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| Couldn’t tell you how painful it was to hear his reply
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| Went and sat in my truck so nobody would see me
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| When it come to you I never do it for publicity
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| And know if I was gone and you would say how much you missing me
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| Know you in heaven ridin' candy up the silky streets
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| The streets don’t think about’cha every time we see Swisher Sweets
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| We keep your name alive make sure that it be visibly
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| We know big Bun goin hold you down and then goin miss a beat
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| Sad you ain’t here to see your children grow or kiss the cheek
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| Or your lovely daughter and ya kid forever live Pimp C
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| Shout out to young Hogg
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| Boss Hogg Out Law, nigga
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| Chamillitary Mayne
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| Rest in peace to Pimp C
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| Straight up
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| One day ya here the next day ya gone, nigga
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| It’s straight
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| Yeah
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| My momma kick me out, at only fourteen
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| I ain’t cried out for no long I know means
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| I started doing push-ups to get my chest bigger
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| I knew I had to man up to eat with these killers
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| Dope fees jackets, old heads too
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| And since I ain’t running with no crew I brought me a deuce deuce
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| Back pocket action feels like it’s meant to be there
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| Run up on me playa where you stand you goin bleed there
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| Yeah, that’s the life of a young Hogg
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| Nigga did never had shit but still he want it all
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| So I’m out there bumping heads with this hold of crawl
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| Straped up like the law, crack in my draws
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| Weed in my draws, twenty blood of bullshit
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| You can’t say shit, it’s to provide bitch
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| Hit the school high just to show out a lil bit
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| New kicks, new fit, yeah I’m the shit
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| Ride the bus for what, you do ten and up
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| I’m too young to drive but ask Bill I giva fuck
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| Young Hogg, plus I’m seventeen now
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| And I’m feeling like I’m grown, I’m living on my own
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| Got the trap spot jumping, client tell steady
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| It’s good kush now we graduated from that Reggie
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| An O.G. |
| tell me move slow and think fast
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| Always stay focused on ya cash
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| J-Dawg, nigga… Yeah! |