| Get up, ride, sit back
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| Who’s dangerous
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| Get up, pow, you foul
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| Can’t hang wid this
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| Get up, now, gun blast
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| It’s a Conflict
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| Get up, ride, sit back
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| Who’s dangerous
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| It’s time to get up and hit the hay
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| Wid the high ass hay song
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| Betta come and get some
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| Drop the top up I’m finna
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| Cock the Glock and peel
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| Rolling through the teal
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| What it feel?
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| And if I slip
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| Ya betta come equipped
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| Listen to the whips
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| And the gunshot rips
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| I really don’t give a damn how you feel
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| I kill if I gotta do it
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| Down and to the ground I nail
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| When it’s time to mack, them freaks
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| I gotta strap up wid Jimmy, huh
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| When I get it wid a girl and the dough
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| It’s a rodeo show from the back wid the Carlos
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| When I gon' slang them thangs
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| They write the word the word is flict
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| Tricks wid style it’s WildStyle
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| I’m pissed, you think you can throw
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| Now fool you wish, rodeo we on me, lay back
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| I’m taking all you bunk punks wid the quickness
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| You supposed to be a playa
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| But you running at the mouth
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| Shoulda mind your business
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| Come and get me try to get it |
| Rougher than the necks
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| I break necks on somebody wanna flex
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| Then let’s flex and get it off your chest
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| The wild west, yes, flict, yes
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| It’s the wicked wild west
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| Winchester for your chest
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| Or your man people just can’t understand
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| That I’m a hoodlum that’s rawwed up
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| When I close-in slowly posing if you snooze
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| Then you losing ya whole damn crew
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| Those scoundrels got a round for 'em
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| If ya mama want drama
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| I’ma bump her crib too
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| Buck, snap, load 'em up roll out
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| HEAD FOR THE HILLS NOW!
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| Stuck, trapped, bottle up no clout
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| Death for real, pow!
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| Never could ya get it
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| Wid a renegade desperado
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| Plenty ammo flowing like a fountain
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| I be coming round the mountain
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| Gunning, nigga done in
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| Ya best ta giddy up
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| When ya hear them horsies troddin'
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| At full riding, and ya climbing
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| And someone shotting
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| Much trouble passing on the barnyard
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| Go 'head and bounce and let it go
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| I’m sick of these soft party cliques on the floor
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| It’s the real rodeo kicking the show
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| So hop on the ride
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| Can ya giddy up hoe?
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| You thinking I won’t bust you |
| Dumb luck ya punk
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| Glad ta get your body stunk
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| As I creep wid a rowdy clique
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| Ta ease ya feet and pop the trunk
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| Man I hate ta do this shit
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| Cause it was my melody
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| Thought that he called him a bitch
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| So I up my barrel-y
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| Didn’t have ta hit ya for the homicide
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| That’s why he died nobody cried
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| He shouldn’t a tried
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| Holla flict and ride
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| Meet you in your next life
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| Get on you square get high tonight
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| Cause last night when he been here
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| Now he wanna know why he didn’t ride
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| A pocket knife or even flict
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| Boing boing ya see me dong floing
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| Giddy up now watch me get thoing
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| Get ya ass fast I’ma last
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| Demonstrate, pass we crash
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| Face to face to my nigga
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| Gohilian mixed beast type nigga
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| Dangerous to the world
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| Giddy up now what you figure nigga
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| Everybody giddy up
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| Drum down on your money
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| Do you wanna put um up now, shit
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| Fucking put him up punk
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| I’ma put him in the trunk
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| I’mma mind smoke him up wid tha fives
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| And a bag a funk
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| And go coast to coast and GET UP
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| Crucial Conflcit got 'em on cloud nine
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| Doing hard time
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| In the state of mind of a, killa |
| Niggas act like I won’t pull
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| Tha block block blam
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| Boogie woogie shake it to the left man
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| Back to the right man
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| Making the tightest song
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| Gone again, drinking on gin
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| Smoking on hay getting in my zone
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| Riding slick been on the block a bit
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| Put on the good old Final Tic
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| C-H-I-C-A-G-O giddy up
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| While we kick that rodeo
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| Back to back we gonna smoke on
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| And toke a sack and tack the proke on
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| I was born to get up and put 'em in flight
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| Never say never cause never’ll do it
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| And make 'em all giddy up tonight
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| Side to side let’s ride and roll
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| Ya can’t control ya self no more
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| So come on ya gone
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| Got 'em all dropping
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| And leave 'em hopping
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| To the hip old west
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| For you ya boo ya whole crew too |