| I’m gettin bunions from all the disrespectful sisters in my face
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| I give love
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| But when push come to shove
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| I’m 'posed to solo
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| Diggin me out the ditch
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| (Hey, hey, Cool, give me some chips, fool) Ain’t that a bitch
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| Ain’t no cash just fallin out the sky
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| You hella high
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| But why why did she touch the tie?
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| But I start on full wit a gangsta limp
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| Morris couldn’t see this pimp
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| I’m backslappin gimps
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| True, I’ll be in the cut, but you notice me
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| Try to throw with me
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| Now you wanna roll with me, fate
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| I’ll lead you left instead of right
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| Tonight’s the night
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| So, let’s get the situation tight
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| I hear 'em tryin to playa hate me on the under
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| My momma said, «Never let a sucker take you asunder»
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| Don’t be gettin outta line where it concerns mine
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| It might be your time, but it’s my rhyme
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| Chorus, Coolio, Malika:
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| Can I get down one time to make the people say yeah
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| And nobody won’t care?
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| Can I get down one time without
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| All the criticism and media in my business?
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| Can I get down one time and release my rhyme
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| And speak my mind?
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| Can I get down one time?
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| Can I get down one time?
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| Verse 2, Malika:
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| I take my picture with a smile like Jack
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| Cause I’m back
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| You picturin all them chips in stack
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| I got love, though, don’t be no stank ho
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| I’m not fallin for the gank, yo
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| God I thank, though
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| Enemies it’s your decision
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| The gift I been givin
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| Got you in the life I’m livin
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| Watch your sane, sane like Marley Mike
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| Your game ain’t right
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| You be slippin every night
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| I’m hoverin up in the nest with the claws out
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| Cause he had his paws out
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| When he paused out
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| He’s out, now it’s in with the new
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| In with the two
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| You know how these thieves do
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| Verse 3, Malika, Coolio:
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| I can’t do what I want, or how I wanna
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| This shit is drama
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| So what is it you want, huh?
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| We tryin to make it to the tizzy
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| I’ll be a hella busy bee
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| The gizzy
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| Through the frizzy, is we
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| Tryin to have somethin
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| We goin off frontin
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| Cause nothin leaves nothin
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| And nothin means we head bumpin
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| Pumpin, no punk can hit this, my stable
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| Twistin me a fable
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| Somethin sweet like sable
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| You shoulda reached out and grabbed it and got his pay nice
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| Jealousy got him dropped, with his neck sliced
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| Liquor be revelain
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| The homies true feelins
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| So, I be willin
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| To turn into a villian
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| Then if you’re still with me
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| You got to chill with me
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| Bustin lyrics with a skill when they deal with me
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| Never senseless
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| Thank you for your business
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| And I got more rhymes
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| Than L.A. Times got headlines
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| Chorus, Repeat 4X |