| It’s all good, it’s already
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| Yeah, already understood, ain’t nothin
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| Still the same old, that’s all
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| Ain’t nothin change, fool, yeah
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| Uhh, nigga for what
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| Get down with these suckers when I’m high as fuck
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| And they under us, catch a crook in ya neck
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| From trying to watch the jets, Mr. Tokyo Drift
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| Spent yen on a vet, lookin' for ya bitch fool
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| Take one guess she caught up in the rapture
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| Wakin and bakin Anita’s greatest hits blastin
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| Pedal mashin, paper twistin'
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| Scrape an engine, Rad Racer
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| No 3D glasses just a high ass rapper, Spitta
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| Nigga in the building, nah I’m on the roof chillin'
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| The pool up here, couple chicks I grew up with
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| Bottles in the cooler
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| If ya don’t know how to do it homie I’ll school ya
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| Barrel roll, loop de loop, top gun manuevers
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| Makin hot wheels outta hoopties holdin it down like balloon strings
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| It’s all good ain’t gotta be said, it’s already understood
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| Ain’t nothin, ain’t nothin' change but the address
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| Fool, ain’t nothin' change but the address
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| We still the same mode niggas switchin the script
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| But we still playin' the same role, and so
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| Ain’t nothin' changed but the address fool, ain’t nothin change
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| Starin out the villa at the ocean miles long
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| Tryin' to figure out raps to put up in a song
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| Nights long but the day’s short, Nike shorts
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| Argyle socks, Jordan three’s, lounge gear
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| Long beard you can tell I ain’t from round here
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| Obvious with the occasional glare from the natives
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| Call 'em back tell my mama I make it
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| Not complacent with the life style
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| Feels good but it’s hard to crack a smile
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| When the ones you came up with not around
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| Roll a joint after pickin through the pound, whole perception done changed
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| Funny how a three hour flight can make ya life change
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| Tight things I be thinkin on
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| When I’m driftin in and out of herb clouds
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| Hangin on every second of the moment
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| So you can feel all the memories I come home with
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| And for those that miss me, I’ll be back don’t trip in the 'Maro with the shift
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| kit
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| Ocean side, doors open wide tryin' not to be sea sick
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| Plottin in the tropics thinkin' how I’m gone run this
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| Back in the states when I leave
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| Yeah, SkiBeatz |