| Hey Hey
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| Heey-heeayy
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| Can you picture this?
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| It’s bout that time we got the tunes
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| Hot on the block sippin' on 'yac like some damn fools
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| Consumin' liquor by the ounce
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| Ya guys is rollin' up to get their grub on
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| Wit the dubs on and the car that bounce
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| Help at the park, barbaques wit roasted pig
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| And can nobody eat until the meat is done and we feed the kids
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| Nieces, nephews, uncles and aunties
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| Yea, you ride wit plenty of folks but ain’t got nothin' up on these
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| Seeds from the weed, up out the bangs of optimos
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| A bunch of pimps, playas, and hustlaz to fock the hoes
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| Pros comin' off, when the barbaques done
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| Ain’t really focus on that, but hell a playa bound to get some
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| Kids runnin' back-and-fourth cryin' on who pushed them now
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| We all fam, but I be damned if they push my seat down
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| That’s how we kick it up in the Mil-town
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| It’s real now, but can you feel how we kick-it-up-on these steal grounds
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| *background chorus vocals — Koffee Brown
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| How does it feel to ya
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| Roll up the Swisher baby if it’s real to ya
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| Gangstas, where we from (?) to ya
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| Leg breakin', cake bakin', is it trill to ya
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| How does it feel to ya
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| That’s how we do it
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| Hop in the heavy Chevy, corner bend to it
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| Shine up the candy and the twenty-twins to it
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| Get drunk, fill up your cup again to it
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| How does it feel to ya… feel me now
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| M-dub, three thugs sittin' on duece dueces
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| Hennessy and gin, need some orange and apple juices
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| Barbaques and half-ounce, bounce wit the music
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| Wide-identical pipes (?) wit dukeys
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| Midwest is the timezone
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| When it gets hot
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| We go block-to-block, open up shop, and get our grind on
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| Now I ain’t lyin' homes to whoever make a playa change
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| To release the tension, mention basketball and play a game
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| Wit dames on the sideline cheerin' you on
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| And haters that can’t play on the side while
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| Cryin' foul, screwin' you on
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| That’s how we kick it up in the Mil-town
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| It’s real now, but can you feel how we kick-it-up-on these steal grounds
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| *background chorus vocals — Koffee Brown
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| How does it feel to ya
|
| Roll up the Swisher baby if it’s real to ya
|
| Gangstas, where we from (?) to ya
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| Leg breakin', cake bakin', is it trill to ya
|
| How does it feel to ya
|
| That’s how we do it
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| Hop in the heavy Chevy, corner bend to it
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| Shine up the candy and the twenty-twins to it
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| Get drunk, fill up your cup again to it
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| How does it feel to ya… feel me now
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| Can you picture this?
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| A bunch of bawlaz ride oldschools
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| A lot of them cut the top, hookin' up decks and sounds to roll to
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| It ain’t the old two-hundred twenty twins
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| Mack-10, boss jackin' at the lakefront in the city I’m in
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| Bendin' corners in an orderly fashion
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| Twenty cars deep
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| Creepin' up the street, beatin' dawg so it be mashin'
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| Flashin' bread at them chickenhead
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| Yea they jumpin' in to sin dawg
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| Cuz-it's-about the only thing that’ll get 'em fed
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| Hear what I just said
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| Pick 'em up in the presidental rento limo, TV’s and (?)
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| Ghetto celeb is the gear we wear
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| Naw ya’ll don’t hear it there
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| But by the end of this year you gonna feel the player
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| Sippin' on Henn, and Cris is gettin' plenty drunk
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| Which switches from the candy-coupe dawg, an empty front
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| That’s how we kick it up in the Mil-town
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| It’s real now, but can you feel how we kick-it-up-on these steal grounds
|
| *background chorus vocals — Koffee Brown
|
| How does it feel to ya
|
| Roll up the Swisher baby if it’s real to ya
|
| Gangstas, where we from (?) to ya
|
| Leg breakin', cake bakin', is it trill to ya
|
| How does it feel to ya
|
| That’s how we do it
|
| Hop in the heavy Chevy, corner bend to it
|
| Shine up the candy and the twenty-twins to it
|
| Get drunk, fill up your cup again to it
|
| How does it feel to ya… feel me now
|
| M-dub, three thugs sittin' on duece dueces
|
| Hennessy and gin, need some orange and apple juices
|
| Barbaques and half-ounce, bounce wit the music
|
| Wide-identical pipes (?) wit dukeys
|
| *background chorus vocals — Koffee Brown
|
| How does it feel to ya
|
| Roll up the Swisher baby if it’s real to ya
|
| Gangstas, where we from (?) to ya
|
| Leg breakin', cake bakin', is it trill to ya
|
| How does it feel to ya
|
| That’s how we do it
|
| Hop in the heavy Chevy, corner bend to it
|
| Shine up the candy and the twenty-twins to it
|
| Get drunk, fill up your cup again to it
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| How does it feel to ya… feel me now
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| Oooooooooh yeaaaa!
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| Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!
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| Nan-na-na-na-na-na-na
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| Yea, hey, heeay hay hey yea yea
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| Hey, heaay |