| Gangsta Boogie, in my all black hoodie
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| Real recognise real, all fakes are buried
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| In the cemetery, cause if you shake like jelly
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| You ain’t gonna be ready, so Boop like Betty
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| Cold truth for ya yellow belly, cus you scared
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| Butterflies flapping in your eyes, that’s you dead
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| Now you living in a killer’s mind
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| No loose ends that’s a nuisance
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| No body no crime from the start line
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| The greatest Al Capone of our time
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| You keep running and I’ll show up where you might hide
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| Decide now if wanna be a knight rider
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| Or lights out rapture that ass like a mobster
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| Tight crowd full of veterans who played contra
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| And I doubt that’ll ever tell you that you harder
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| Mind out cowboy wanna lose ya partner this my house gangsta
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| Headphones strapped to skull cap
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| Head gone feeling like King Kong giving Jessica Lange back
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| I’m feeling all that Kenan way before the claps
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| If Kel was here he’d hand me the orange soda cap, why?
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| Can’t lie yo I’m live as the vinyl spinning double time around the vibe so you
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| might lose ya mind yo
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| Look around like where’d the time go?
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| Guess our father brought an onslaught of another aura to make ya mind go
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| staccato
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| Strings of heart compose straight classics for kings of art
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| So if you’re thinking that you’re that sick I think you’re not
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| I’m Mr. Rooney kicking hatricks
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| To class this you’d have to flip the game backwards
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| Just like Nas did, the first is the last kids
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| As if you could match this
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| You could try to light my fire but my water’s earth and wind |