| White folks asking questions like «Um, who the fuck is them?
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| How they get in here? |
| And how they dress like that?»
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| Must be green thumbs, ain’t nobody in their right minds that dumb
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| Fresh, we be making all F’s
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| Telling bitches stop calling, mind they business 'till we follow up
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| Red cup, modeled up, can’t even imagine
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| But for tonight, you’se a star, right? |
| Right?
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| I know check and see who’s ass is the biggest
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| And make sure them hoes don’t step on your toes when you get in
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| Call the doctor up, tell them fill up my prescription
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| And yeah, we got the game in our hands like some children
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| By now, you looking at your mans like damn
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| Why you ain’t tell me that these niggas be spazzing
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| I be praying God, let these moments last
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| And we roll up that shit that got everybody laughing
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| Make sure my shoes sueded out
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| Then waste money in the hood
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| 'Cause they niggas never gave it out
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| Pristine dreams and opium scenes
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| That’s why a nigga dressed this way
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| And even if I did design my own shit, I could put it on a billboard
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| And still have y’all bragging when you paid for it
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| Tailored for the world, I was made for it
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| And walk right out the sun, I got the shades for it
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| Uh, huh
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| Green herb, reverb hella far
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| You fellas are licking pussy and sniffing the scent
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| That I left up in it while sipping liquor from a jelly jar
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| El debarge oozing out my system
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| Listening to my feelings
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| Saturated with tones, reanimated the bones of a dead art
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| She said that I’m cute but she love me 'cause my head smart
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| I’ll headbutt her hard enough to get a red card, I’m wigging (Ooh)
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| Damn brother, you been castrated
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| By that cookie cutter slave master got control of ya
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| They throat cutting, just to get a hold of us
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| But we ain’t shaking hands until we see some hands
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| That can hold thunder
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| I got my own mustard
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| Twisting up the pretzel
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| Pinching the weed like a flower petal
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| She love me, she love me not, it’s whatever
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| I know I’m burning herbal like a turtle 'till I’m shrouded feathers
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| Yeah
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| Make sure my shoes sueded out
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| Then waste money in the hood
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| 'Cause they niggas never gave it out
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| Pristine dreams and opium scenes
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| That’s why a nigga dressed this way
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| And even if I did design my own shit, I could put it on a billboard
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| And still have y’all bragging when you paid for it
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| Tailored for the world, I was made for it
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| And walk right out the sun, I got the shades for it
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| Mad max in the evening, it seems like
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| We been in meetings for the last five weekends
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| I’m just trying to make it to the end where they greet me
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| Niggas know your last name, everybody cheesing
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| Glad that your ass came, valet for the free skii
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| Nah, little bro for these see on me, please
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| This is nasty for LED’s
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| We be in another climate with all these trees
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| And the neighborhood watching, just like we thieves
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| I’m not best, but hey, we in suits from the tailor
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| Sit down and let the keynote adress ya
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| Pull out your homework, I show you where you messed up
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| Niggas walked in the room, all extra
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| Groupie bitches on alert, bet they heads turned
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| I know you haters can’t stand us
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| But damn, we got the answers
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| Go on and get them hands up
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| Make sure my shoes sueded out
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| Then waste money in the hood
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| 'Cause they niggas never gave it out
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| Pristine dreams and opium scenes
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| That’s why a nigga dressed this way
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| And even if I did design my own shit, I could put it on a billboard
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| And still have y’all bragging when you paid for it
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| Tailored for the world, I was made for it
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| And walk right out the sun, I got the shades for it
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| Uh
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| You blokes can’t imagine why I’m spazzing
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| Fucking with the baddest hoes, groomed for the pageant
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| Visiting mom, she like she knew this would happen
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| Worried I ain’t eating, send me food in a basket
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| Ooh, god damn it, the game getting grown
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| Answering the phone like god damn, whatchu want man
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| If Venus ever died, I would stand on my own
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| But it’s rest in peace, on every piece of land that I own
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| Imitation is suicide
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| You can die off of following the footsteps
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| Of a pterodactyl off a cliff
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| Former slaves wreaking havoc on a ship
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| Supreme court bitches steady judging
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| Automatic plead the fifth
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| I don’t speak to 'em
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| Because they seem stupid
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| And honestly probably alluded by my music
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| I ain’t tripping
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| A terrifying nigga, hot as teriyaki chicken
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| Tearing up your living room whenever I visit
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| Nigga, listen
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| Make sure my shoes sueded out
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| Then waste money in the hood
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| 'Cause they niggas never gave it out
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| Pristine dreams and opium scenes
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| That’s why a nigga dressed this way
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| And even if I did design my own shit, I could put it on a billboard
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| And still have y’all bragging when you paid for it
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| Tailored for the world, I was made for it
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| And walk right out the sun, I got the shades for it |