| Y-y-yo, ch-check this out
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| Check this out
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| Check this out
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| Been pushing a pussy wagon, back when I wore my hair bushy saggin'
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| Pullin' out hundreds when the kush be baggin'
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| Collapse frontin' while I rap somethin'
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| To make your eyes bigger than computer boards with the caps button
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| Was quotin' show fees before I could even grow goatees
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| Ho please, I’ll have your panties sliding like snow skis
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| I’m hot as a summer day with no breeze
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| I’m from the hood where they throw threes and other O.D.'s
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| And you say you want a classic, niggas is asscheek
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| Signing last week, now let the head of the class speak
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| And drop jewels like professors at top schools
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| Pop tools and cut into niggas like scalpels
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| This for my shorties holding rock, it’s the aim
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| Rich in personality but want they pockets the same, I feel 'em
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| I’m better than before, I’m letterin' the flow
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| And if you slow, I’ll put you in the know, know
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| It goes one for the money (ONE)
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| Two for the fame
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| And every rapper in the game sounding the same
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| They the reason why this industry isn’t tame
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| I light it up, now let 'em feel the flame, flame
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| And let 'em know (x4)
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| I snatch your queen’s heart and
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| A cross between Martin Sheen and Dean Martin
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| Puffin on the green garden
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| Grippin where my jeans partin'
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| Givin' you the middle of an instrumentals
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| I’m blackin out like a widow just a little
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| These flames can’t hold a candle to me
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| This man’ll truly, fire Cubans and handle Uzis
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| You findin' him commando movies, it’s on the hush hush
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| On tour I’m in the five-star, even the bus plush
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| Now what? |
| I smile at your foul slut
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| She’s on the low wavin', like how I like my hairstyle cut
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| Yeah I’m the nicest, compatible with ices
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| A cannibal with Hannibal mechanical devices
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| Oh, now can I get at Joey, whoa
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| Bangin the audio, the realness I only know
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| Niggas is trippin, not as if they wig is a flippin
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| Like, no matter how big is your ship and
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| Promote me to flare, I’m Smokey the Bear
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| You soft as Ethiopian hair
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| Me fallin' for the okey-dokey is rare
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| Now, we can go toe-to-toe, you’re below the pro
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| And if you slow, I’ll put you in the know, know |