| To the tip, to the top, tiggy top, I can’t be stopped
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| Listen—I think I hear a knock at the front door
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| Who is it? |
| (It's me, mayne, Money Green)
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| I open the door, I see some C-N-O-T-E
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| S, oh yes, it’s on, I’m signing on the dotted line
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| And ain’t stoppin' like Freddy, this here is primetime
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| I’m on the come up, been on the come up ever since
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| I hit a lick and hit more than just one fence
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| I mean, so fast, I’m like quick to dash, I’m out
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| Don’t pout, it happened to me before, so cut it out
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| It’s an everyday thang and it’s going down
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| I’m from the Eastside, straight from the Oaktown
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| I found, myself on a ladder climbing a big wall
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| But soon that big wall just gotta take a fall
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| ‘Cause I’ll be damned if I keep climbing and ain’t getting nothing
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| Or should quit, start back the grind and make a little something?
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| But do you care? |
| I know you don’t, but I do
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| I’m tryna get me a ticket, legitly coming wicked
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| So furthermore, quit the mean muggin', stop plottin'
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| Ain’t no stoppin', ain’t no stoppin'
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| Ain’t no stoppin' Dru Down, he’s on the go
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| To the tip, to the top, tiggy top, I can’t be stopped
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| You think I can? |
| Well, let’s rehearse again
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| I thought you knew I’m from the West Coast suburbs of
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| Eastside Oaktown, and fool, I be gettin' down
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| On any track that’s thrown at me
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| I’m rippin' it up because I be the bomb, let alone the beat
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| It’s like I snatch, dip, swerve to the curb
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| I wouldn’t hit it, I ain’t wit' it, bendin' my gold thangs
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| Dayna Dayne, I’m making ‘em bounce up and down
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| No switches, ‘cause coming from the O, we use the power steering
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| It’s so damn cool to me
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| Being born in the East O, everybody loves me, so
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| I’m taking a trip riding in my thang, I’m back
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| I’m going again, but first let me get a bigger bud sack
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| And let me do what I do then I’m done
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| When I’m done, I got a couple G’s to F' off for fun
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| Well, all aboard, girlfriends
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| I’m in the wind doing 110, and ain’t no stoppin'
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| Ain’t no stoppin' Dru Down
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| You feel him, you feel me, now peep it
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| Just like he said, it ain’t no stoppin', I’ma keep on poppin'
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| The number one rule for slugs is they’re too quick to jockin'
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| I’m back again, breezy in the wind
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| Not off of that gin, fool, but off of that Hen-do
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| A major factor born to be the mack of the year
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| I haves no fear ‘cause ain’t no Captain-Save-a-dookie-booty here
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| I’m all about my money, my skrilla, my loot
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| Carry, a parachute in case a brotha fall off the top of the roof
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| But ain’t no fallin', doesn’t run in my blood
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| I walk on my tippy-toes with a gangsta strut, and uh
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| Livin' the life we livin' by the unforgiven
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| That’s me, the capitalized double D, can’t you see
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| That ain’t no stoppin' me, no no no no
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| Ain’t no stoppin' Dru Down
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| It ain’t no stoppin' me, the capitalized double D, you see
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| Ain’t no stoppin' Dru Down
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| I thought you knew, fool, the capitalized serial killer double D
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| In effect one more time, the D in effect one more time y’all
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| I’m in effect one more time for the crew
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| I thought you knew, it’s C-Note Records, fool, yeah |