| Woe is me
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| I can’t get my bread up when it’s so easy
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| I can’t keep my head above the stormy seas
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| All I need, someone to look out for me
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| Toss me…(A life jacket)
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| Toss me…(A life jacket)
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| Toss me…(A life jacket)
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| Toss me…(A life jacket)
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| Ain’t it so sweet, how I emerge
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| Making richy glitzy bourgeois people
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| Come party with us, kick it and splurge
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| So I’ma and keep me a life jacket on
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| Take the bitter with the sweet
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| And keep my hookers in the street
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| And keep oh yeah
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| I’m on my way up to glory with this one this time dammit
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| Because I heard there’s more there
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| This can only be done by us
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| Now beg this pardon for me
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| Turn it up one good time and get the money
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| Oh my God, I’m Quik like
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| Nah, the broads
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| Bitch, the shit I told you not to do today applies for every day, ho
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| Get it straight
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| Shit, did you fuck me?
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| You mean, you stayed home, bitch
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| Because your dog had puppies?
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| Yeah, after I get off ho, take that Long Beach out, then sunset
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| Come back home and get my neck wet
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| Woe is me
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| I can’t get my bread up when it’s so easy
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| I can’t keep my head above the stormy seas
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| All I need, someone to look out for me
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| Toss me…(A life jacket)
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| Toss me…(A life jacket)
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| Toss me…(A life jacket)
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| Toss me…(A life jacket)
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| I’m in a Chevy with the top dropped
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| I parked both Benzes, but neither’s in the shop
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| I’m on my third Rolex, but show me what’s next
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| And I’ll bet I’ll do get it, do it, done it — dag gum it, I’m a mess
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| And when I play this guitar, it’s goin' make my dick hard
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| Something like the Scarecrow, Michael Jackson, fuck the Wizard
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| I should have gone Gilliard, bipolar is Julliard
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| Either extreme, I’ll kill you motherfuckers on the schoolyard
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| Checks off, inbound — watch the Quiksta get down
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| I hate a hacker — hacky players need to go back, sit down
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| 'Cause if you ain’t with the now, that makes you way back when
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| And you can keep all of that retro-dated action
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| Now get up on my time zone, quit workin' with limestones
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| Switch that shit for marble and granite
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| Produced Whitney and Janet
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| Oh. |
| you can’t — nobody else on this planet
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| It’s just me, I’m a plant
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| And I’m so dope, you can’t handle it
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| I’m rhymin', you ramblin'
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| I rhyme and you ramblin'
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| Woe is me
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| I can’t get my bread up when it’s so easy
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| I can’t keep my head above the stormy seas
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| All I need, someone to look out for me
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| Toss me…(A life jacket)
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| Toss me…(A life jacket)
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| Toss me…(A life jacket)
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| Toss me…(A life jacket)
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| Yeah, tryna burn somethin'
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| Buy a lot of books these days, tryna learn somethin'
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| Cars that ain’t got no miles, tou know my style
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| See me and be like 'wow', she so aroused
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| Had to let the windows down, you know the crown
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| The all black White Sox hat, it’s goin' down
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| Take a nigga shoppin' or somethin', don’t be frontin'
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| Told everybody we datin', no we wasn’t
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| We was just havin' some fun, then you tripped
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| Talkin' that relationship shit, then I dipped
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| Went to the studio, quick, Got with Quik
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| Told him 'let me get a 16', made a hit
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| The O.P.M. |
| money, legit, I keep countin'
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| Last week I made ten records off three ounces
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| I’ma need a house with a view and like three fountains
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| Just a little something for my niggas to keep bouncin'
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| Uh, 'cause we don’t dance much
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| I still sag and pull my pants up
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| Aye, y’all should start doin' stand up
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| You sold records, pull them scans up
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| Aye, said my niggas pull them vans up
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| Aye, now you niggas understand us
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| Yeah, DJ Quik hooked the jam up
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| Sound like he hooked the band up
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| Suga Free, I’m a fan, bruh
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| Aye, damn, this finna fuck the land up
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| Uh — 'cause it’ll never stop
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| Your style is like lemonade, it’ll never pop
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| Every time you on TV, I don’t never watch
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| I’m the one who created the game, I can never flop
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| Rest in Peace to Etta James, she’s in a better spot
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| This summer I’m making fur and wearing leather hot
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| Yeah, DJ Quik, you’re the greatest |