| Fair weather associates
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| You better, watch how close they get
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| It’s the, fair weather associates
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| You better, watch how close they get
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| It’s the, fair weather associates
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| You better, watch how close they get
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| It’s the, fair weather associates
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| You better, watch how close they get
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| We all know FWA’s, how they lay
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| Cause they figure if you’re bumpin the pays
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| In the long run, and it’s all fun in their eyes
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| They must be on one how, they prepare lies
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| Get up close make you think, you the host of the ceremonies
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| Why you ain’t peepin like a doggy mark his territory
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| They’re never there for me when I need a little boost
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| Because of who you are, they can get a little juice
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| Then they like to seemingly leans up on your shoulders
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| Otherwise he’s steppin on toes gettin over
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| Flappin his molars talkin 'bout he owe you
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| And every time he smoke, he don’t show you no love
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| And be the first fool with his lips on the blunt
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| If he persists to front I’ma commenced to dump
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| Be careful when you make a little something that’s yours
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| Cause a lot of these predators want yours to be theirs
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| Or at least own a share just by bein there
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| I be on some hermit skit, and fools think I’m square now
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| There’s an interesting way to look at it
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| I look at them as bein fake, the way they took advantage
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| Speaking on the crooks of the planet, who claim they got game
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| Yeah you the game and they the hunter; |
| just one more
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| Fair weather associates
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| You better, watch how close they get
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| It’s the, fair weather associates
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| You better, watch how close they get
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| Hey whassup man, this is D-E-L once again
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| I’m here to tell you a little story about this motherfucker
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| Who keep runnin his big ass mouth
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| You don’t know me, motherfucker
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| Shut your ass up, 'fore I slap the lips off your motherfuckin face
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| Man, you got a big ass mouth!
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| You know what?
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| Fools is hella talkative, saying how I walk and live
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| Always trying to start the kid, wishin that we all can give
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| A small interview, just a subterfuge
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| Wanna hook up with you so they can say 'whatchu do'
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| Get your own life, live your own legacy
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| Why you wanna spread my rees, talking 'bout my girls pregnancy
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| Professor, I guess you never learned your lesson
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| When you saw me out drinkin at the bar
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| You said I was sexin this other ho
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| Chuck D, what a brother know
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| About my beeswax, runnin off with your feedback
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| Who I smoked weed with? |
| Who I smoked crack with? |
| (false)
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| How I sexed every girl you know without no prophylactic
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| Fool, I’ll be in the house and that’s it
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| On the rap tip or studyin, unlike you
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| You quite new, no game
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| I understand you a youngster, wanna be hustler
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| Undercover buster
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| Can’t believe I trusted ya — but that goes to show
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| How fools fold getting jelly off the dough, yo!
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| «Del's rich Del’s bitch got zero, cause Del’s a hero
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| Del’s a weirdo because he do heroin»
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| Ain’t got no idea where Teren’s been
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| I should take it to pugilism so
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| I can fuse your vision with some realness
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| Instead of these fake phony stories you be glorifyin
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| Don’t you know that many more are dyin?
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| From the fatal disease, called runnin them choppers
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| In front of females, or on front of the coppers
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| You only do this shit cause you be wanting your propers
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| Somebody’s gonna get steamed and run up and pop ya
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| You exercise your choppers really, choo choo choo
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| You exercise your choppers off some brand new news
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| Your molars bite, your canines tear, whether it’s false or true
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| You exercise your choppers like some gossipin fool
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| You know what?
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| You get your little notices from bumpin your gums
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| When you should be concentratin on lumpin your sums
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| Got to show your little ass when company comes
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| Cause We From The Crew That You Wanna Be From
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| You get your little notices from bumpin your gums
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| When you should be concentratin on lumpin your sums
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| Got to show your little ass when company comes
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| Cause We From The Crew That You Wanna Be From!
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| BIOTCH!
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| Followers, dick swallowers
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| No power over themselves, blindness
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| Don’t take it as a diss, take it as an act of kindness
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| We wanna be in front while you fools is behind us
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| Are you gonna live your whole life with blindness on your eyelids? |
| Pretty boys fakin like they grinders
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| First off, you a buster so mind us
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| On the street with your crack thinkin your a timer
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| Co-signin, findin it ain’t workin
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| Fiends is perkin, I seen you on Perkins
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| Fools chirpin around the blocks with Glocks
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| And you, really ain’t ready for the plot they got
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| It’s unbelievable the way the leave your skull on the pavement
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| Snatch up your scrilla as soon as you made it
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| You could be layin dead, instead you play dead
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| So they would quit whoopin your ass; |
| you get, put in the past
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| Tryin to keep up with the Jones' like the mass
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| N.C. baby, means you got no class
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| «Aw what nigga? |
| Man, I be on the flat lands all the time, nigga
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| I-I ain’t even trippin!»
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| «Man you from the hills though man, what you doin»
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| «Aww nigga you don’t know nigga. |
| Nigga, I’m following niggas.»
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| «You trippin' man.»
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| «Man I be grindin' and chillin'
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| Nigga, I was rolling dice the other day nigga.»
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| «You need to take your ass to school.»
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| «Aww»
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| Followers, dick swallowers
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| No power over themselves, blindness
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| Don’t take it as a diss, take it as an act of kindness
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| We wanna be in front while you fools is behind us
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| Are you gonna live your whole life with blindness on your eyelids?
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| Pretty boys fakin like they grinders
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| («Dude, that ain’t me, dude»)
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| You bite somebody’s style, it’s invitin like a child
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| You cling to it; |
| I hear it, hmmm
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| It’s got a ring to it — if that’s your thing do it
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| At least you claim you ain’t down with that hiphop shoobeedoobee
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| Which is fine cause my click say you booty
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| You a white kid, your mom said I’m a mooley
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| Now you talking 'bout pass the doobie and the toolie
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| Got your raps and your gat pointed at yours truly
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| Talking 'bout you gonna school me, who me?
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| Here’s a little jewel like a ruby
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| Since you talkin like you knew me
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| Playing a role that’s straight out a movie
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| Acting unruly, and your neighbors call SOO-WEEE
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| To the pigs then they fling you in the brig
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| Leave gang bangin to the real gat holders
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| Or real black soldiers who you don’t know of
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| Who don’t show love with all you sun and your thun
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| Cause they know where you from
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| You from Oakland, you rich and you ain’t from the slums
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| Your pops is a politician
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| So why bein a criminal is your three wishes
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| Used up, do what comes naturally
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| Quit playing a role that don’t even have to be
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| You slippin
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| «Dude, I ain’t slippin, man I’m from the town too
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| Man I’m from the Oakland hills dude
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| That’s East Oakland, blood. |
| You don’t even know, man.»
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| «Man, you trippin man.»
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| «I ain’t trippin dude
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| Why you trying to step to me like, you know, you somethin man?»
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| «Yap, yap, yap, yap.»
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| «What up? |
| Whatever dude, whatever.»
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| «All in my ear with that yappin, man. |
| You trippin.»
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| «I'll keep at it to! |
| Wassup?»
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| «What?! |
| You gonna get hard?
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| What you talkin about fool?»
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| «Hey, you never know.»
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| Followers, dick swallowers
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| No power over themselves, blindness
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| Don’t take it as a diss, take it as an act of kindness
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| We wanna be in front while you fools is behind us
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| Are you gonna live your whole life with blindness on your eyelids? |