| I’m a cool kidded, loose fitted, jewels spitting bad rapper
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| Half-ass the past six years, flipping swag jacker
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| Wish I had a leather jacket, band tee, clear pants
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| Stupid ass hat, pass me another beer man
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| Cheers fam, wearing anything I feel I really want
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| Like my name is Frankenstein, now I’m Adam Sandler’s son
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| I’m like Chandler from Friends with a man bun
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| That hid his handguns in his mini Cooper Anderson
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| son painted land from
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| Space Jam slam, hope you caught that on your camera
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| Don’t understand me, think I might move up to Canada
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| Root for Vancouver, Shareef Abdur medula oblongata
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| If you got a problem holler
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| Wrote a novel on my motto, only suckers spit to swallow shucks
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| What do I know, I’ll just let this be the motto
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| But because the guac is hot don’t mean I’ll be an avocado
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| Like a Martin Scorsese or a Spike Lee flick
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| (I keep the same motherfuckers up on my shit)
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| Like the SportsCenter anchors on that TV script
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| (You talking game but you always same old shit)
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| Like a Martin Scorsese or a Spike Lee flick
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| (I keep the same motherfuckers up on my shit)
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| Like the SportsCenter anchors on that TV script
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| (You talking game but you always same old shit)
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| Balling is my best short
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| Hand on my balls while I’m in my sweat shorts
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| Balling is my best short
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| Hand on my balls while I’m in my sweat shorts
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| On my front porch in my sweat shorts
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| Reading the old Source you know, the low sport
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| On the block crossover on the ball court
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| Free throw, shoot your shot bro, it’s all yours
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| I’m bout to get it all back like a bra strap
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| All that, fall back like a fade away
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| 808 made a way, MJG playa way
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| That Slick Rick, Dana Dane, Doug E Fresh, Daddy Kane
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| Keep it player (I ain’t playing) but I got a game today
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| Receive a bonus from the owners, I’m about to call the play
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| The running backs run it back
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| But the corners get the sacks
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| The quarterbacks talking fast, watch the marching band dance
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| Flambe the souflet, I butterflied the lobster
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| So much game I’m on the field with Bob Costa, John Madden
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| Sagging in my shorts with a four course meal pockets dragging on the floor
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| Like a Martin Scorsese or a Spike Lee flick
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| (I keep the same motherfuckers up on my shit)
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| Like the SportsCenter anchors on that TV script
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| (You talking game but you always same old shit)
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| Like a Martin Scorsese or a Spike Lee flick
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| (I keep the same motherfuckers up on my shit)
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| Like the SportsCenter anchors on that TV script
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| (You talking game but you always same old shit)
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| Balling is my best short
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| Hand on my balls while I’m in my sweat shorts
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| Balling is my best short
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| Hand on my balls while I’m in my sweat shorts
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| Too many niggas in the world but not enough ideas
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| I’ma call you a bitch while you out with your kids
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| Little Jonathon, your daddy is a rap style copycat
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| I’ma move in and be your daddy, he’s a follower
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| I’m your role model but I gotta fuck your momma
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| You gon' have a brother, he gon' make you way tougher
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| Uncle Ash is black, he just put rims on a pickup truck
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| Burglarizing styles I’ma tell my big brother Chuck
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| Ball on bitch niggas who been stealing our intentions
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| Make 'em do our homework and send 'em to detention
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| Never steal a man’s style when you grow up, remember
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| Cause we gon' find out and whoop your ass while we drunk
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| I’m Bonafide with my writing rhymes, Street Volume 2
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| Not in my house, my Vokals like the Lunatics
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| What the hook gon' be, I’ma bring it like I’m Murphy Lee
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| Air Force Ones sweat shorts sagging comfortably |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sweat Shorts , by - Chuck Inglish. Song from the album Everybody's Big Brother, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп