| One fine spring
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| In the middle of may
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| My cousin Jerome
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| Flew in from LA
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| He came to spend the summer
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| On the streets of New York
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| Trippin' on how we dress
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| Me buggin' on how he talk
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| From two different worlds we came
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| Three thousand miles
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| Two different brothas
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| With two different styles
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| He was a loud motherfucker
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| A G from South Central
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| And I was straight Brooklyn
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| With a more laidback mental
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| But no matter where you go
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| Some things stay the same
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| Like crusin' and boozin'
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| Flirting and running game
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| In three and a half months
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| We crammed a whole year of flexin'
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| Cuties with booties
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| Chased for safe sexin'
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| But we learned from eachother
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| And that made us complete
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| And here’s what happened
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| As we rolled through the heat |