| Oh, oh, oh
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| Step on out the hidden clouds,
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| Head in the sky, tripping out of bounds
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| So please I beg, try to keep it down,
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| Which your underground cause hell it sounds like piss!
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| So I guess that it’s just mainstream
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| No my name’s not baby,
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| The way she’s looking, crazy, delusional,
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| Can I have a number two, the usual,
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| Cause I took your shit for so long,
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| Listen to you bitch and moan on.
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| Trying to convince its mutual,
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| Mr Big head, you better think quick or you’ll slip too far, too far,
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| Mr can’t see clearly, but I can’t trip its just who you are!
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| Delusional, you’re being delusional,
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| From the base to LA sing along!
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| From the games, you played, number one
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| Trying to start a fight when you take it outside, out, out, out
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| Acting like you like me, I’m politely asking nicely
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| Keep it in your pants and leave it there,
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| Never been a chance, so be prepared,
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| For the slap, thank you very much,
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| Make my own slap so that will be enough!
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| Stuff that cocky blabbing attitude,
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| I’m about to backhand smack that little b-town boy straight out of malibu,
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| Game up in how we do fresh like uh, hittin putta uh, chrome hydrolics wish away
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| bump
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| Trash is trash, dump a piece of junk in the gardbage truck
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| Delusional, you’re being delusional,
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| From the base to LA sing along!
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| From the games you played, number one
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| Laying like a vocal track,
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| But you don’t make a sound,
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| It’s only from a sillouette
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| That you want me around!
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| Oh, oh, oh |