| All dem niggas right there
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| SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
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| Fuck y’all
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| I thought you knew about us
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| You know what we throw on this
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| 1−87 on rhyme
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| Anybody killa
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| Fuck all y’all
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| We run the streets, come run with my game
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| We make paper, big paper, all day, it’s a thang
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| And we ride up on the quickness up the side of you
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| Keep heat, big heat just to drop on you
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| Nigga we keep the streets hot
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| It’s just us and the cops
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| And niggas die in shady spots over hustlin rock
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| Guess money rule the world
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| Materials and girls, fly
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| Did ya never seen?
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| Never, even dreamless, these things
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| That make the world we live in what it is
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| And though with paper you would die
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| It’s a shame what is real on these wheels
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| Foes on a hundred smoke weed
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| Me and Bad and Tray-Dee
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| In an ice machine
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| Big strap that let a nigga have to come out
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| Flyin down Atlanta, go on, come out
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| Hit the liquor store when nigga used to run out
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| Throwin up the gang hollerin What Cha Talkin Bout
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| What Cha Talkin Bout
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| What Cha Talkin Bout
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| What Cha Talkin Bout (I wouldn’t have enough in the touch to know everythang)
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| What Cha Talkin Bout
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| What Cha Talkin Bout
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| What Cha Talkin Bout (We run these street teams and big dope sacks)
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| What Cha Talkin Bout
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| What Cha Talkin Bout
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| What Cha Talkin Bout (Mash to maintain, blast gats to gang bang)
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| What Cha Talkin Bout
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| What Cha Talkin Bout
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| What Cha Talkin Bout (Anybody kill a whole mob)
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| Though we all wanna live it up
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| 'fo the lights go out in your house
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| No one is gon' get there
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| Fillin all doubts, and hold out
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| Only when ya sure to take a loss
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| Otherwise man get yours, 'cause light don’t blast
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| If the guns don’t get cha
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| It’s sure to be the cancer
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| Why ask why? |
| You gonna believe his answer
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| He made it up and just about to get your chances
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| It’s a baby I’ve been knowin
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| Trust of homage you could go insurin
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| Gats at close range or betrayal of my trust
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| Only gave me one change, it’s just us
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| Who banging at the poppa stops
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| Gangsta network your G shit
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| Makin million dollar plans
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| Pullin million dollar scams
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| It be a trillion dollar man
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| Fuck y’all, I’m gettin rich
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| The world make me sick
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| I really wanna live it up
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| It’s like I’m druck and didn’t need, I wanna give it up
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| I stay calm and stay composed with no doubts
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| Throwing up Dogg Pound hollerin…
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| What Cha Talkin Bout
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| What Cha Talkin Bout
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| What Cha Talkin Bout (I wouldn’t have enough in the touch to know everythang)
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| What Cha Talkin Bout
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| What Cha Talkin Bout
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| What Cha Talkin Bout (We run these street teams and big dope sacks)
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| What Cha Talkin Bout
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| What Cha Talkin Bout
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| What Cha Talkin Bout (Mash to maintain, blast gats to gang bang)
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| What Cha Talkin Bout
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| What Cha Talkin Bout
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| What Cha Talkin Bout (Anybody kill a whole mob)
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| We run these streets 'cause we all tryna live it up
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| Mashin for this dream and never will we give it up
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| Puttin up with nothin
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| The world let us hear with no fury
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| Holla fuck 'em, filthy rich with a big plan to touch 'em
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| Talkin nothin
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| Provin, movin I can make a difference
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| Any action’ll speak louder then
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| All that y’all jackin at gettin payed
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| One of the two main reasons I keep rappin
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| It just happened
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| The peace so niggas don’t know
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| Sublime would open, how they dyin, I’m just tryin
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| Till I keep all my times boy, I hit the line
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| Someone should defy the law
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| I’ve forgot what I was looking for
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| Even though it’s hard, you’ve still gotta go for yours
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| Smokin, hopin I get into heaven through some open door
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| Even though it’s hard, you’ve still gotta go for yours
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| Smokin, hopin I get into heaven through some open door
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| Even though it’s hard, you’ve still gotta go for yours
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| What Cha Talkin Bout
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| What Cha Talkin Bout
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| What Cha Talkin Bout (I wouldn’t have enough in the touch to know everythang)
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| What Cha Talkin Bout
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| What Cha Talkin Bout
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| What Cha Talkin Bout (We run these street teams and big dope sacks)
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| What Cha Talkin Bout
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| What Cha Talkin Bout
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| What Cha Talkin Bout (Mash to maintain, blast gats to gang bang)
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| What Cha Talkin Bout
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| What Cha Talkin Bout
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| What Cha Talkin Bout (Anybody kill a whole mob)
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| Hahaha
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| Yeah
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| We run these streets
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| And some big dope sacks
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| Nigga
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| Smoke some, drink some
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| That’s what I’m talkin about
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| Yeah
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| Haha
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| Still blastin at close range
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| Things ain’t changed
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| We the gang
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| But we blast and mash to maintain
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| Like to say what up to Tray Deee, Slip Capone, Soopafly and Mr B-A-D
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| Gang bangin
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| But we blast and mash to maintain on all y’all suckers
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| To my big homeboy C-Style
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| What up dogg?
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| Yeah
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| What Cha Talkin Bout
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| What Cha Talkin Bout
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| What Cha Talkin Bout |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song What Cha Talkin Bout , by - Daz Dillinger. Song from the album RAW, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп