| «Get familiar!»
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| «Hold on there, hey you! |
| Wait a minute»
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| Clinton Clinton Clinton Clinton Sparks
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| «Hold on there, hey you! |
| Wait a minute»
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| It’s nuttin new, I started with Steve Stoute
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| 'Round the same time B.I.G. |
| first put Cease out
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| Same thing, but I started with Penalty
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| «L.A., L.A.» |
| the West coast was the enemy
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| But we still found a way to link up with Dre
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| And recorded The Firm album, out in L. A
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| Now that shit squashed
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| Got guns in the strip bars
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| Stay on rims faster than you get your shit squashed
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| Y’all lil' niggas ain’t cut like that
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| You niggas move out the hood then you move right back
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| And get surprised when we move like crack and amphetamines
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| No more chocolate, smokin on the better greens
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| Yeah, from Flint Michigan to Pensacola Florida
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| Got a shorty borrow her, and I bail horror
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| Yeah, wind and rain like back to back hurricanes
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| Ivan and Francis, feelin like it’s hurra same
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| Load it, cock it, aim it, let it go
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| Funk I had to smash I’mma smash back
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| I got a elevator in the crib, cause I got a bad back
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, premier after scared as «Fear Factor»
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| Niggas cannot see me clearly with glasses
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| Ha, so you niggas moved back from the boss
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| Dat dat, dat, da-dat's when you’re lost!
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| Check his medical reports and the dental files
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| All you need is one-two for a simple smile
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| I’ve got a shorty givin brains so I’m always gon' brain her
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| And man I’m gettin fat I’m 'bout to hire me a trainer
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| Fuck a low carb
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| Cause now I’m like pro-God
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| Fuck a diet nigga cause I’d rather get a blow job
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| I got a gun but don’t need to use it
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| Fuckin up the world like Serena losin
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| Load it, cock it, aim it, let it go
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| Load it, cock it, aim it, let it go |