| Khakis and house shoes, pork pie hat ace, deuce
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| Gold thin-rimmed bifocals, eyes in today’s news
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| Ball on the TV, highball glass clinking
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| As ice melts in dark liquor tight joint pressed freely to
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| Thin lips, smoke wisps, counts points on fingers
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| With rings emblematic of juice he drops talking 'bout
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| Young blood, cuz cuz, game is to be sold
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| No pillow talking, real men don’t freeload
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| They hustle, mouthpiece, enemies closer
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| Family first trust your fist before toasters
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| Always your first mind, don’t get caught slipping
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| Don’t talk to pigs get money over bitches
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| Pussy is good but don’t let that ho run you
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| Back in the day you don’t know what they’ve been through
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| No snitchin, shake hands, eye contact, fake friends ain’t shit
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| No regrets, young’un, run to the store for some cigarettes
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| Drop drop drop that game on 'em
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| Drop that drop that game on 'em
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| Drop that game on 'em
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| Money talk, listen to the OG
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| Drop drop drop that game on 'em
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| Drop that drop that game on 'em
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| Drop that game on 'em
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| Cause he always gonna say it how it be
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| Drop drop drop that game on 'em
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| Drop that drop that game on 'em
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| Drop that game on 'em
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| Telling stories ‘bout the glory and defeat
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| Drop drop drop that game on 'em
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| Drop that drop that game game
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| Like it’s dominoes
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| And the game isn’t spoken of
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| Smokin' out, pulling up, lean with it, rock
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| Wood grain, leather seats, ain’t nothing stock
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| How many spokes 'fore they hear what you sayin'
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| How many tracks do a pimp got to stand
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| How many traps 'fore they catch on they bitch on
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| The position to get pissed on, there no Kelly here so no pissin' on
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| He pissed off them police by driving too slowly and
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| Flashing them rollies and gold teeth for the homies who
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| Don’t care, put one in the air, put Sun in
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| The mirrors drive east get bossed up these sirens
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| Are serene she slurping her codeine with slurpee and
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| Coating her slurring like y’all don’t even know anything about
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| Trill shit, yeah ho, real spit, deal dough for them
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| Fuckboys, fuck around with them fuckarounds get cut for it
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| Mafia, meet Noriega meet Yoruba make magic city
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| Savages with them karats making this ratchet shit look lavish
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| Cause it is
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| Drop drop drop that game on 'em
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| Drop that drop that game on 'em
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| Drop that game on 'em
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| Always Gs getting money in the streets
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| Drop drop drop that game on 'em
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| Drop that drop that game on 'em
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| Drop that game on 'em
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| And they never scared to tell it how it be
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| Drop drop drop that game on 'em
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| Drop that drop that game on 'em
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| Drop that game on 'em
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| Telling stories ‘bout the glory and defeat
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| Drop drop drop that game on 'em
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| Drop that drop that game game
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| Like it’s dominoes
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| Cause the game isn’t spoken of
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| Beanpole on the playground, size six Chuck Taylors
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| Little girls and basketball, young’uns be players
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| Talking mess like kids do «yo mama’s so fat»
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| Circle starts forming, he ain’t gonna take that
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| Small fist through small teeth, fractures enamel
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| Lip swells up quick plus spit make him look camel-
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| -Esque got him some get back, elbow to left eye
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| Scrap till they pulled apart, no tears Gs don’t cry
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| Pops didn’t, never seen it, just sucked teeth and quick walk come
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| Back after click-clack sound grab keys and hit the block
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| Knuckle up, never scared, keep names out strange mouths
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| Replace it with blood make that fool one with the ground
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| Scraped knees, ripped clothes, school nurse, parent’s called
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| He remembers all that sips dark liquor from highball
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| Glass khakis and house shoes pork pie hat ace, deuce
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| Gold thin-rimmed bifocals, eyes in today’s news
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| Drop drop drop that game on 'em
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| Drop that drop that game on 'em
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| Drop that game on 'em
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| Money talk, listen to the OG
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| Drop drop drop that game on 'em
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| Drop that drop that game on 'em
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| Drop that game on 'em
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| Cause he always gonna say it how it be
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| Drop drop drop that game on 'em
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| Drop that drop that game on 'em
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| Drop that game on 'em
|
| Telling stories ‘bout the glory and defeat
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| Drop drop drop that game on 'em
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| Drop that drop that game game
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| Like it’s dominoes
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| And the game isn’t spoken of
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| Drop drop drop that game on 'em
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| Drop that drop that game on 'em
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| Drop that game on 'em
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| Always Gs getting money in the streets
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| Drop drop drop that game on 'em
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| Drop that drop that game on 'em
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| Drop that game on 'em
|
| And they never scared to tell it how it be
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| Drop drop drop that game on 'em
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| Drop that drop that game on 'em
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| Drop that game on 'em
|
| Telling stories ‘bout the glory and defeat
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| Drop drop drop that game on 'em
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| Drop that drop that game game
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| Like it’s dominoes
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| Cause the game isn’t spoken of |