| Drank in my cup, blunt in my hand
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| Hoes on my dick cause they know I’m da mayn!
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| Drank in my cup, blunt in my hand
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| Hoes on my dick cause they know I’m the man
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| I’m in the V.I.P. |
| cause I’m very im-por-tant (tant)
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| Unfortunately I see some niggas I can’t stand (I can’t staind)
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| So I stepped to them suckers and confronted 'em like I should
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| We can settle this now or we can settle this in the hood
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| Uhh, so what y’all wanna do? |
| I got a hundred dudes
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| We got a hundred tools, tryin to get on somethin new
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| You married to the ave and still datin
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| I’m loyal to my soil, I don’t need no ultimatum
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| Stop hatin, I ride with my crimeys in crime
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| I grind with the gritty and grime, let’s go!
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| I’m buyin my yola, you gettin chronic
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| I’m tryin to go out the park, you tryin to bunt it
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| So you know if I drop it then it’s a hit
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| The game got it in my grip like a catcher’s mitt
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| Mike Jones, geyeah!
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| Geyeah, Ice Age Entertainment
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| Sick Wid It baby, geyeah!
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| You know me I get that purple jelly in my cup, 84's rollin up
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| Hoes know I’m the man, cause I’m always showin up
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| My big bills so swoll that I can’t even fold 'em up
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| Big bills so swoll that I can’t even fold 'em up
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| Hold 'em up, who dat is representin the South
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| With them diamonds in his mouth, know what I’m talkin 'bout
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| Mike Jones, nigga in the streets I’m a king
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| April 18th I’m droppin «The American Dream»
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| I’m 'bout to shut down the game, my car shut down the lane
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| E-40, Mike Jones and Ice Age Entertain'
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| Gettin change, we grippin grain in the turnin lane
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| With a cup full of mud, and a pocket full of change
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| Mike Jones, I’m sittin sideways in my dropper
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| Lookin out for coppers, checkin these boppers
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| Mike Jones, 2−8-1, 3−3-oh
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| 8-zero-zero-fo', holla at me, I got that
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| Uhhhh — actin bad. |
| showin my ass.
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| Havin my cash. |
| rappin fast.
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| Duke of the ave. |
| slangin them sacks.
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| Like a. |
| smokin grass.
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| Blazin the block. |
| sellin that hot.
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| Slickin the cops. |
| pushin that rock.
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| Totin them chops. |
| open up shop.
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| Punchin the clock. |
| pistols cocked.
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| Havin my change. |
| drivin a Range.
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| Switchin the lanes. |
| hyphy train.
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| Claim to fame. |
| makin a name.
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| Deep in the game. |
| what set you claim.
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| Doin it movin. |
| hoes be choosin.
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| Cause we winnin. |
| and y’all losin.
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| Big tycoon. |
| drinkin pukin.
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| Niggas feudin. |
| fightin shootin |