| Niggas out here snitching, do my dirt all by my lonely
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| I been in the D, so long that I don’t even like Coney
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| And you could never be my homie
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| I’m a Linwood nigga that was raised up on bologna
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| Say we over here hustling, over there grinding
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| Calculator wrist watch, multiply my timing
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| I be with your girlfriend, say she like my rhyming
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| Dog, I shine so hard that I don’t need no goddamn diamonds
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| I’m up in Eastland, just to hit Lids
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| Walked up in the store, you know just what I did
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| Looking at the wall, you know the other half
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| Blue tiger fitted in a seven and a half
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| And I rocks that shit any climate and weather
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| In my brand new blue tiger-fitted New Era
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| And I reps that shit right now forever
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| (Old English D on a blue New Era) X2
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| So fuck who you are
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| I been in the D so long when outta town your store barred
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| And you could never be my man
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| Fuck a turkey on Thanksgiving niggas lucky to get ham
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| And every hood I’m in, niggas greet me with «What up, doe!»
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| We call fiends «custo's,» freak hoes «busto's»
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| If we say the hook then that really mean the po-po
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| If we say that’s ‘bo' then that mean that’s fucked up bro
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| Niggas don’t know gotta put 'em on the slang
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| Out of town niggas lost hip 'em to the game
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| You know where I’m from, no matter where I’m at
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| Cause of the logo on my New Era hat
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| And I rocks that shit any climate and weather
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| In my brand new blue tiger-fitted New Era
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| And I reps that shit right now forever
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| (Old English D on a blue New Era) X2
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| Ain’t heard it like this in a while
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| I been in the D so long that I don’t go to Belle Isle
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| Now do I look like your child
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| If I ain’t got no Newports, I’mma freak a Black and Mild
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| Say I’m riding down 7 Mile, 'bout to hit the Lodge
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| You front I put a knife in you like you a shish-kebab
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| Your baby momma slobber put my palm up on her bob
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| She go up down, up down, oh, God
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| We heading downtown, riding through the tunnel
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| Smoking on some gans, banging keep it a hundred
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| Where the hood Crip niggas don’t know how to act
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| You look up in the car all you see is D hats
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| And I rocks that shit any climate and weather
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| In my brand new blue tiger-fitted New Era
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| And I reps that shit right now forever
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| (Old English D on a blue New Era) X2
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| And I rocks that shit any climate and weather
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| In my brand new blue tiger-fitted New Era
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| And I reps that shit right now forever
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| (Old English D on a blue New Era) X2 |