| Yeah, yeah
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| We gon' hit the ground runnin'
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| Uh
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| Uh, on a mission and my fishin' for my nigga Ski Beatz
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| Pull up on the block, left my Chevy on three
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| Love my whole city but I was born in the East
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| Got a lot of homeboys, rest in peace
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| Got a lot of homeboys I won’t see free
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| True to the game, said free my nigga, the homie B. G
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| Say welcome home to Mac and my homies from the beach
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| My nigga G Style from 19th street
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| Jet Life nigga, hella ice on me
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| All mine, nothing 'bout me phony
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| Might win a Tony Award for this play I play I pulled off on a ho who just chose
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| me
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| New, baby girl so green
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| We gon' make more dough than that whole scene
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| John Coltrane and my
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| Uh, on a mission and my fishin' for my nigga Ski Beatz
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| Pull up on the block, left my Chevy on three
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| Love my whole city but I was born in the East
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| Got a lot of homeboys, rest in peace
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| Got a lot of homeboys I won’t see free
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| Got a lot of homeboys still in the streets, scramblin' for cheese
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| I just wanna see 'em all high and ballin' like me
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| Twelve bottles to a box, that’s a case
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| We gon' need a motherfuckin' crate
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| Everybody in attendance take a bible to the face
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| I’ma show you how to celebrate, Jet Life
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| Just when you niggas thought it was safe
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| To play games on the runway
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| We come through, you get dunked on in the paint by the top rank
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| You cannot hang, fuck what your homies think
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| They just gassing you so behind your back they can laugh at you
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| When you come at us just asking to get massacred
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| Lyrical analyst, thought I was too stoned to present that challenging shit
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| Now they tuning into my Pandora channels and
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| Scrambling to gather all of my classic shit
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| Realize that that boy could rap a bit
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| Even thought I don’t give a fuck, and I’m always high on a bitch
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| Yeah, on a mission and my fishin' for my nigga Ski Beatz
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| Pull up on the block, left my Chevy on three
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| Love my whole city but I was born in the East
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| Got a lot of homeboys, rest in peace
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| Got a lot of homeboys I won’t see free
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| Got a lot of homeboys still in the streets, scramblin' for cheese
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| I just wanna see 'em all high and ballin' like me |