| Ain’t gotta explain myself to no nigga, I don’t have to change
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| Who the fuck I am, dawg, hell nah, that just ain’t me
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| Don’t worry 'bout the moves I make, we can really take it there if we have to
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| All I hear is ladi dadi, dadi dadi, dadi dadi, dadi dada
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| They calling me the fly guy general, everything is memorable
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| Marijuana keep me at my pinnacle
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| Look, lucky me, I got two nougies that’s identical
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| Me stayin' away from all the nicotine and chemicals
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| Look, I hit my west coast 1−2, cause lyrics do what guns do
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| Niggas doing what they want to, like this is what it’s come to?
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| Come and witness lives you see me saving
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| DDT, you break your neck before I break my concentration
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| Mention the best, motherfuckers better come correct (right!)
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| Respected on the West, no doubt I’m here to finesse (right!)
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| Got problems? |
| Hit me direct or get hit with the kill switch
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| And see, Dizzy go 0 to 100 real quick
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| Look, Z to the third, I prefer to observe
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| Been on the sideline for a minute, now I’m 'bout to emerge
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| Separated myself from losers tryna take what I earn
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| Put my faith in this music knowing nothing’s easy deserved, I got racks baby
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| You haven’t noticed, I’ve been working on these tracks lately
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| Stacking this ammo just in case these niggas act crazy
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| I got my eyes wide open, putting this plan in motion, plotting how when I’m
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| smoking
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| Forget about it, your vision’s clouded and the truth is shrouded
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| And bullshit, so, all that gossip, we can do without it
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| I’m SwizZzleFish, who wants to skinny dip and take a swim?
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| The water’s warm, I promise, darling, take that off and jump on in, yeah
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| Ain’t gotta explain myself to no nigga, I don’t have to change
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| Who the fuck I am, dawg, hell nah, that just ain’t me
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| Don’t worry 'bout the moves I make, we can really take it there if we have to
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| All I hear is ladi dadi, dadi dadi, dadi dadi, dadi dada
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| I’m spitting the illest autobiography, could body your arteries
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| Name a motherfucker hard as me
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| I outta be mentioned with the Greek mythology gods
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| I beat and body the odds, his feet is by the garage
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| His head inside a duffel bag that’s in back of my Dodge
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| Mr. Benton, ho, I refuse to be pigeonholed, with these imbeciles
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| A space case that’s been on, bitch, I been gone
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| I finger these hoes till I get carpal tunnel syndrome
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| I rap like I don’t wanna go back in that basement
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| Cook up murder material, get blood on my apron
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| You don’t want no problems, what the brass knuckle done
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| I’m a bully, I don’t care to watch these fags guzzle cum
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| Gat with the bracket that the strap buckle on
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| Dr. Lecter in this bitch with that black muzzle on
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| Fuck the industry! |
| Chip on my shoulder, bitch, remember me?
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| I’m 'bout to murder all my enemies, Hail Mary!
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| Sorry if I come off conceited
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| I’m dropping killer bars till you niggas all deleted
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| This lil' microphone, I’m known to eat it
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| The moment that I succeeded
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| It was hard to keep the bitches off my penis
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| Can you believe it?
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| I been perceived this, a motherfucking omen
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| Rap Trojan, Hulk Hogan, patrollin'
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| I ain’t here to take no shit from no man
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| Got a problem with you, I’mma say it, bitch, you know it
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| I’m Conan, I stroll in
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| Looking like a monster when I go in
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| Standing up against me, you got no chance
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| Tryna play the game without a token, you niggas gotta be joking
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| This is the reason my niggas the dopest, we on it
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| Ain’t gotta explain myself to no nigga, I don’t have to change
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| Who the fuck I am, dawg, hell nah, that just ain’t me
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| Don’t worry 'bout the moves I make, we can really take it there if we have to
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| All I hear is ladi dadi, dadi dadi, dadi dadi, dadi dada |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Explain Myself , by - Dizzy Wright. Song from the album The Growing Process, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп