| Maddox on the beat
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| M.W.A. |
| Music
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| Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
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| Ayy, cook it up, whip it up faster
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| Diamonds cold swear that shit from Alaska ayy
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| I’m getting close to disaster ayy
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| Boy tell that shit to my pastor
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| I was flipping, whipping, dipped in the kitchen
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| These niggas tripping, put the game in submission
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| I’m Scottie Pippen, but I ball like a Piston
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| The shotty rippin' in a fucked up position
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| The game is over, my pain is over, you a lame, a joker
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| You can’t catch me plus my flow is nasty and my name is vulgar
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| YBN, go and try again, we be the flyest friends
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| I do my thing, plus I pull some strings just like a violin
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| Let me tell you 'bout my life and my troubled past
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| Momma’s car got stolen, took the shuttle pass
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| Re-up from three bucks copped the duffle bag
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| Please bruh, off these nuts, go and rush some cash
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| And now we winning again, my brothers spending a band
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| My niggas posted on the block, damn I be sinning with friends
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| I’m chasing twenties, Benjamins, and breaking barriers too
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| My family rich for generations, I might marry a Jew
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| Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
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| Ayy, cook it up, whip it up faster
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| Diamonds cold swear that shit from Alaska ayy
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| I’m getting close to disaster ayy
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| Boy tell that shit to my pastor
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| I was flipping, whipping, dipped in the kitchen
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| These niggas tripping, put the game in submission
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| I’m Scottie Pippen, but I ball like a Piston
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| The shotty rippin' in a fucked up position, uh
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| My lifestyle too wild, I know
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| Everything change with a new high low
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| Fifty bands, what I cashed in, my show
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| I got that gas, this that hydro
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| I’m too great, I don’t have rivals
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| Niggas be telling speed dial 5−0
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| Cause these niggas be fake, I’m a winner these days
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| Motherfuckers be sweet, with a hint of cheesecake
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| Syrup spilling, coughin' penicillin
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| Heads turning walking in the building
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| Ledge burnin' often I’m a villain
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| Was deserted, brought up by some real ones
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| Had to catch it reckless, was a daily
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| Momma calling checking on her baby
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| Took a trip to Texas going crazy
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| Eating beats for breakfast, I’m elated
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| I was stressing, blessings on the way
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| Dropped out, no testing me today
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| Murder tracks, I bet I beat the case
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| Redbone, she built like LisaRaye
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| Stack my chips I bought my Frito Lay
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| I don’t listen what these people say
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| Fuck a Honda, niggas need a Wraith
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| Damn the whole team eating great
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| Ayy, cook it up, whip it up faster
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| Diamonds cold swear that shit from Alaska ayy
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| I’m getting close to disaster, ayy
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| Boy tell that shit to my pastor
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| I was flipping, whipping, dipped in the kitchen
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| These niggas tripping, put the game in submission
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| I’m Scottie Pippen, but I ball like a Piston
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| The shotty rippin' in a fucked up position (ah) |