| What had been had happened? |
| Say what
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| Dyin' to be tryin' but comfy in the cut
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| See I be gettin' four from the score, plus three more
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| And I’ll be damned if you treat me like some whore
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| I be fun lovin', money makin', record breakin'
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| Milk shakin', drug takin', never fakin', end of statement
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| Crime don’t pay but it’s off the books
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| All the taxes I pay goes straight to crooks
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| Back to what had happened
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| I was chillin' round the way with a woman
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| In her thirties and a nice Montrochet
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| I be like they be when they be out in West berry
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| Unnecessary with the wisecrack commentary
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| They don’t understand, if they keep buildin' cars
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| I’ll keep burning them and leavin' them scars
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| But that’s what happens when you lost your mind
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| Talkin' out of school puts you back behind it
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| What had happened?
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| Livin' it up, baby, layin' it down
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| Constables chasin' me from town to town
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| Like Nino Brown takin' over the Carter
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| Cash money boy and I ain’t your father
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| Fun Lovin' is my name
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| Lovin' is my game, never laid no blame
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| Never walked in shame
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| Never known to play
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| People askin' why? |
| Why he dress so fly?
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| Why he with the dime? |
| Why he havin' fun all of the time?
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| It’s because I rock when I rock and I rock when I’m not
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| So I’m hot when I’m not, that’s why
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| Chillin', chillin' Jacob Dylan, tastes great
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| But I’m not less fillin'
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| They broke up the party when they let one fly
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| Promoter’s in the corner with some guy, askin' why?
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| Live and direct from the passenger side
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| Open up baby, just one more time
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| What had happened? |