| It’s all y’all hooks
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| For real.
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| You wanna know what keep pissin' me off, pissin' me off
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| Yeah, my niggas is too high off the calibur
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| Yeah, it’s like this, check it —
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| I got that authentic Magic so you know I gotta rock it
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| Bailin' down the block with a pint in my pocket — of Hennessey
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| Both eyes open for the enemy
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| Take flight, ask questions last is the remedy
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| Listen, my status is a regular nigga
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| Except, I’m smarter than the average nigga
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| Listen, I’ve never been a following nigga
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| From the top to the bottom y’all some bother me niggas
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| From — winter to autumn I’m a fatherly nigga
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| Get his bread for my daughter, I’mma fatherly figure
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| Go figure, y’all niggas don’t even drink hard liqour
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| On the real, y’all some Mike’s Hard Lemonade niggas
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| You wanna know what keep pissin' me off, pissin' me off?
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| It’s all y’all hooks.
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| You wanna know what keep pissin' me off, pissin' me off?
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| It’s all y’all hooks.
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| I got that rookie Paul Pierce, so you know I gotta rock it
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| Bailin' down the block with a half in my pocket — of cush
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| Straight from Fre???'s bush
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| Any punk got problems then that punk get mushed
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| It’s real, reelin' the feel like truck drivers, what the deal
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| Y’all niggas ain’t real, you duck divers
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| Now you feel — Defari got a smart ass mouth
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| But you ain’t Frogger’s, you ain’t jumpin'
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| You ain’t talkin' bout nothin'
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| I’m always rollin' Likwit, it’s Tha Liks can you dig it?
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| You hate off top, then at the shows try to kick it
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| Don’t mimick this flow around your bird for a gimmick
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| Cause all that’ll happen she’ll be fiending for my ???
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| I got that killa Andre Miller, so you know I gotta rock it
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| Bailin' down the block, a few hundred in my sock
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| That’s right, John got my line on tight
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| Goatee on tight, stay in spank whites
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| Clowns said they wasn’t feelin' me
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| I’ve been sick of y’all hooks since last century
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| Rounds… of liqour for my niggas
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| Pounds… of doja I told ya
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| I’m awesome, simply marvelous, spectacular
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| You gotta know how hard it is
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| With every word my fist touch your chin
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| Here, ease your wounds with gin
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| See a cowboy spit hard on top of bars
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| Make a man understand the way of righteous laws
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| See it used to be 26 lines back in the day
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| Now it’s 256 rhymes in my two-way |