| Tell them I’m back, nigga, this shit is back on!
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| Them suckers killed my nigga, Jack, I brought the strap for 'em
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| I love my squad like Barry Bonds, I go to bat for 'em
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| Run up on you, pull your cap for 'em, yeah I’m that bul
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| It’s State Prop, nigga, O & Mac home!
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| My brother Sigel healed up, this shit is back on
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| If my homey go away, pick up the slack for 'em
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| Hold 'em down, buss a trap for 'em, yeah I’m that bul
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| We riders only death can divide us
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| Pull a homi', catch a body and won’t say shit about it
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| We will air shit about it so if you hear shit about it
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| Just keep it to yourself and you won’t have no problems
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| We appreciate the fame because we came from the bottom
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| If you short with my change I’ll put the thing to your mama
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| Got that white in the house and I named it Obama
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| You can save all the comments, we just came for the commas
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| If you want it, I got it
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| Hit that stage and I rock it
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| Cop that car and I drive it
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| I be on autopilot
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| I got Benjis in pocket
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| I got women in pocket
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| If she get outta line
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| Put her back in the pocket
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| I done been around the world
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| And I’m back, would you look at that?
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| And I’m quick to tell a hater
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| What ya lookin' at? |
| I got a reason to ball
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| If it wasn’t for them pictures wouldn’t see me at all
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| And I say
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| Take a picture cause it last longer
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| Would you, we still around because we last long, little nigga!
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| Got the rhythm like the Blues Brothers
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| Call this Kodak, I see ya true colors, fucker
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| We about to bomb on y’all niggas like Hiroshima
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| I need to see them out of here like a bad cavity
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| Call me the dentist, me and your chick be playin' tennis
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| Cause I throw it at her and she throw it back at me
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| What’s happenin', haters wanna Gat me
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| 100 worth of jewelry on the kid, they wanna nap me!
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| Never let 'em get to me so I’m ridin' with my hammer
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| Check Laighton in Atlanta, on my way to Tallahasee
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| I’m fancy, I’m hood, but I stash a lot
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| I’m art in the flesh, I’m Basquiat
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| Realest rapper, I don’t care if he’s nice or not
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| Spread white, get rid of the pain like Icy Hot
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| If you want it, I got it
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| Hit that stage and I rock it
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| Cop that car and I drive it
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| I be on autopilot
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| I got Benjis in pocket
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| I got women in pocket
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| If she get outta line
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| Put her back in the pocket
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| I done been around the world
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| And I’m back, would you look at that?
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| And I’m quick to tell a hater
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| What ya lookin' at? |
| I got a reason to ball
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| If it wasn’t for them pictures wouldn’t see me at all
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| And I say
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| If you want it, I got it
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| Hit that stage and I rock it
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| Cop that car and I drive it
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| I be on autopilot
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| I got Benjis in pocket
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| I got women in pocket
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| If she get outta line
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| Put her back in the pocket
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| I done been around the world
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| And I’m back, would you look at that?
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| And I’m quick to tell a hater
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| What ya lookin' at? |
| I got a reason to ball
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| If it wasn’t for them pictures wouldn’t see me at all
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| And I say |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Kodak , by - Freeway. Song from the album Free Will, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп