| Bullet bring the gun, why pull it?
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| Shoot words to see who’s full of it
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| We from the same place, land of the game face
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| Plug signs on the jackets
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| Give props, yo, like a Prop Joe package
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| It’s illegal
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| How those kids can come from out of the slums and live so regal
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| Lose it all on a prayer to the ego
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| Before the loss we earn for the cause
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| Toast to the life though my liver won’t endorse
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| Currently in time and my enzymes
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| Are in sync to digest the brink of Armageddon
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| The bedding’s over the mattress we lay with the actress
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| For social media to swallow us
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| Watch them rap peers who don’t reply back
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| 'Cause they think we gonna snatch up their Twitter followers
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| That’s some female type foolery
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| And your females like glue to it
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| She know it, the scent of a poet
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| Police buy restraint to cover all the angles
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| The opera of operations
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| Scene One got you and your crew all confident with courage
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| We’ll be there, jump in your square, wreck it
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| You be like «Check it, they stretched the shit into rectangles, damn!»
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| Dance, freak, get out your seat
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| Show me that you is a real whoodeeni
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| Get loose y’all, work it out now
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| Everybody, everybody get down
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| Whoodeeni, whoodeeni, whoodeeni
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| Born institutionalized
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| My homie from N.O. |
| found his crib with the roof on the side
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| FEMA asking for an address, but ain’t no mailbox
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| Nothing left to do out here but to sell rocks
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| Now they got cellphones inside of the cell blocks
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| And my cousin on parole 'cause he sold Glocks
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| My cousin that sold stock
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| Told you we have more soul than James Brown
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| Wearing a gold watch that obviously don’t work
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| Used to go home and rob niggas for homework
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| See if the chrome work
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| Might call your girl to see if my phone work
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| I’m a hood star and the trophy’s a gold vert
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| Mouth full of gold teeth
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| Niggas might end up obsolete if I’m four deep
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| Real nigga for real bed full of new sheets
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| Bedroom floor filled up with the loose leafs
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| This is a war zone, me and a two-piece
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| Put another head on and make it a new piece
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| She be like «ooh wee», I be like «ooh wee»
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| I love myself so much I’m a groupie
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| Everybody know my verses is Pookie
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| Had 'em all strung out like it’s a drug house
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| When I’m in the booth I’m MJ with his tongue out
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| When I’m in the booth I’m Kanye with a gun out
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| Run in your mom house
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| Then I’mma lean sideways and burn out
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| All natural, I hope you got the perm out
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| I’ve been straightening that shit
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| New niggas came and tried to hate on that shit
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| I’mma use it now, I ain’t waiting on shit
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| Dance, freak, get out your seat
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| Show me that you is a real whoodeeni
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| Get loose y’all, work it out now
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| Everybody, everybody get down
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| Whoodeeni, whoodeeni, whoodeeni
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| Yo, big drawers, where the big drawers at?
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| I got a case of the little head controlling the big head thinking
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| Played Honest Abe in the back of a Lincoln
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| Chopped down a cherry, American Pie varied
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| Next day she was on my Snapchat sexting
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| Had her bunny hopping a quick ten seconds
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| Dear Lord, forgive a nigga, I’ve been down with doubt
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| Had the frog legs, now I’mma knock this piggie out
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| Now Dave like to cuddle, but Dave don’t play that
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| Like Dave had the ring, listen, Dave ain’t say that
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| Courtships to door steps for gettin' ass
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| And if it’s one of my broads, keep your feet off the grass
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| Size eleven the gas
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| Mash that potato 'til we lay in the grass
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| She mellow like it’s a picnic
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| If she the mermaid, give her the fish stick
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| First class flight, shoot her out to the district
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| Wait, cancel the stallion, hold your horses
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| Kickstart your life and cut your losses
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| Look how we did 'em, ma, your boy still got it
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| I quit drinking, I quit the narcotics
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| Life’s a bitch, but she seeing a therapist
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| This hip-hop done really took care of us, huh
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| We got stoops and Van der Rohes to sit on
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| Bitcoins, Vivian Maiers to bid on
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| But we cautious
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| Never undermine the hate and turn the spell on your evil forces
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| But this ain’t the cha-cha two-step
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| Been a rider ever since the Schwinn gooseneck
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| The buck stops here, ain’t no 'who's next'
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| Dance, freak, get out your seat
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| Show me that you is a real whoodeeni
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| Get loose y’all, work it out now
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| Everybody, everybody get down
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| Whoodeeni, whoodeeni, whoodeeni |