| Never mind what I’m doin'
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| Never mind what I’m sayin'
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| Never mind who I’m fuckin'
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| I’m just sayin dawg
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| Yeah, ya real, real cool
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| Yeah, ya real, real smooth
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| You’re a real chill dude
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| Why you scared dawg
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| Why you always trippin'
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| Why you always slippin'
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| Why you always snitchin'
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| Why you always bitchin'
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| You should stop that
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| Now you fuckin' with the DOK
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| And the homies don’t hesitate
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| Just sayin'
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| Didn’t wanna do it
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| Really, didn’t wanna do it
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| Told the mothafucka
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| But you know I gotta do it to 'em
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| Had to put em through it
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| Didn’t wanna put em through it
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| Told me that I wouldn’t
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| So you know I have to give it em
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| Pull ‘em out the car, homies screamin' world star
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| Duckin' from the from the cops
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| ‘Cuz you know we on the radar
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| Didn’t wanna do it
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| Really, didn’t wanna do it
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| Told the mothafucka
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| But you know I gotta do it to ‘em
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| Fuck with me
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| Never die, never not high, never live a lie
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| First degree
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| Too sick and I’m too lit, never gave a shit
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| Unleash the beast
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| Two cups and I’m turnt up, never gave a fuck
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| Hate me
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| Never die, we just multiply, never give it up
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| Sanity is for the weak
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| If we ever have beef, I won’t even speak
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| Should I hope I’ve been forgiven
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| For the way I’m livin'
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| Hardest of the missions
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| If he listens when I’m on my knees
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| Yo, I’m tryna find my balance on this trapeze
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| Met twins from the hood, they were trapese
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| Said they got drink, got drugs, like guns, like fun And they’re really into bad
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| things
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| Like, maybe we should rob somebody
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| Or maybe we should steal a ‘rari
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| Right of the lot, we could start a party
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| Hit the building lobby, light the blunt
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| And get the chills up off me
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| I look appealing with ‘em feelin' on me
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| Got a million on me, and a couple of 1's
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| Two down bitches dressed like a couple of nuns
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| Tryna tally my sum from money races I’ve won
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| It takes a second ‘cuz I’ve only come in second to none, what
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| Never mind how I’m livin'
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| Never mind where I’m chillin'
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| Never mind who’s the villain
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| Why you wanna know
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| Tryna act too calm, tryna act too strong
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| You ain’t never been wrong
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| What you hidin', though
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| Tryna get me caught
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| Tryna get me locked
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| Tryna get me knocked
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| Tryna get me dropped
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| You should stop that
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| Now, you fuckin' with the DOK
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| And the homies don’t like to wait
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| They just spray it
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| Didn’t wanna do it
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| Really didn’t wanna do it
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| Told the mothafucka
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| But you know I gotta do it to 'em
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| Had to put em through it
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| Didn’t wanna put em through it
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| Told me that I wouldn’t
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| So you know I have to give it em
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| Pull em out the car, homies screaming world star
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| Duckin' from the from the cops
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| Cuz you know we on the radar
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| Didn’t wanna do it
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| Really, didn’t wanna do it
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| Told the mothafucka
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| But, you know I gotta do it to ‘em
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| Fuck with me
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| Never die, never not high, never live a lie
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| First degree
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| Too sick and I’m too lit, never gave a shit
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| Unleash the beast
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| Two cups and I’m turnt up, never gave a fuck
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| Hate me
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| Never die, we just multiply, never give it up
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| Not even my final form
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| Got a halo on my necklace and a triple horn
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| Never incidental, never sentimental
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| Never know if what I’m into
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| Gonna leave my momma here to mourn
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| Yo, see I’m Slick Rick with script flip
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| Told the twins grab a Benz but no new friends
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| We ‘bouta hit a bank for some new ends
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| Get a new tint, chop the top, and get new rims
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| No, no step ladder money
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| I’m talkin' blue-face pattern money
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| Talkin' make your ass fatter money
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| Talkin' space ship trips out to Saturn money
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| Think of shit, you ain’t never ever had no money
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| Cut the fuckboys off, and the bitches too
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| If I fuck, Imma make her do the dishes too
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| Sticky-icky in the wrap like gorilla glue
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| We took the loot
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| Now, we got the scenic view (what)
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| Never mind bout our plans
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| Never mind ‘bout the bands
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| Never mind who I am, why you ask that
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| Tryna act too nice, tryna act too right
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| We don’t act ‘round here
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| Where’s your pass at
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| Tryna cut a deal, tryna get a meal
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| Tryna get a steal, tryna fake the real, better stop that
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| Now, you fuckin' with DOK
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| And my homies don’t play no games
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| They just blaze it
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| Didn’t wanna do it
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| Really, didn’t wanna do it
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| Told the mothafucka
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| But you know I gotta do it to 'em
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| Had to put em through it |
| Didn’t wanna put em through it
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| Told me that I wouldn’t
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| So, you know I have to give it em
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| Pull ‘em out the car, homies screamin' world star
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| Duckin' from the from the cops
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| ‘Cuz you know we on the radar
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| Didn’t wanna do it
|
| Really, didn’t wanna do it
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| Told the mothafucka
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| But you know I gotta do it to ‘em
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| Fuck with me
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| Never die, never not high, never live a lie
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| First degree
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| Too sick and I’m too lit, never gave a shit
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| Unleash the beast
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| Two cups and I’m turnt up, never gave a fuck
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| Hate me
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| Never die, we just multiply, never give it up
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| DOK won’t ever die
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| We never lie
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| I’ll clarify
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| You horrified
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| We multiply
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| You occupied
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| We amplify
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| You petrified
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| We nullify
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| You know we got an alibi
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| We always high, we super fly
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| Like mothafuckin satellites
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| Music is my main bitch
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| And the language she speak dangerous
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| Blowin' out the bass how we bang shit
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| Break a mothafuckas face if he ain’t shit
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| Too cool in that two tone
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| I’m like a toucan, with them loop holes
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| They don’t understand me
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| That’s Bane, bitch
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| No plain shit |