| Well we’re going to play the cut right now
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| And it’s a going to be a very, very big hit
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| He feel it, she feel it, we feel it
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| So round and round we go
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| He feel it, she feel it, we feel it
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| Aaaah, here we go
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| He gon' get up, she gon' get up, we gon' get up
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| Lockin' down the joint til the playa haters shut up
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| Take you to outer limits flawless with no gimmicks
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| Imitate but can’t get it
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| Aaaah, here we go
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| My brain pattern skip a jiggawatt
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| No more room in the pan I cook up rhymes in a bigger pot
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| On a roll, what you figure got
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| Tricks up my sleeve you won’t believe
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| My story lead to a thicker plot
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| Words leap off the pages, hop on stages
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| We crazy, need to be locked in cages
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| Raah you feel it
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| Yeah I’m light skinned vanilla
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| Comin atcha like a pack of gorillas
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| Whole planet gon' ape
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| Understand from afar Nashville to the lone star state
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| Relate (uh), indicator instilled in me by men greater
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| This where you belong strong you gon' be great
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| Flaunt clout with a scream and a shout, cast out doubt
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| Fast like a gun blast drawn out
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| The sounds in leaps and bounds
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| Flush out clowns creeps and Hounds
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| Foxes and wolves in sheep’s gowns
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| He feel it, she feel it, we feel it
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| So round and round we go
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| He feel it, she feel it, we feel it
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| Aaaah, here we go
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| He gon' get up, she gon' get up, we gon' get up
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| Lockin' down the joint til the playa haters shut up
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| Take you to outer limits flawless with no gimmicks
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| Imitate but can’t get it
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| Aaaah, here we go
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| I was born in the cold
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| Moved to the heat
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| Got used to the flame
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| Now I spit it on beat
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| I was raised in the womb
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| Groomed by Christ
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| With a gift to raise souls from the tomb
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| Please don’t assume
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| We ain’t tryna take the slot
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| Blow the spot
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| Worldwide still parta the plot
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| Everybody talkin' bout changin' the game
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| But everything I hear y’all soundin' the same
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| From the beats to the videos, clothes and looks
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| Same concept for your flows and hook
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| See these 'round here they can raise the dead
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| So come on everybody now bob your head
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| Y’all need this, heed these words to the wise
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| Rhymes so meaty like jambalaya
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| Got truth for hire
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| Can you stand the fire
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| To see you come alive that’s my desire, now
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| He feel it, she feel it, we feel it
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| So round and round we go
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| He feel it, she feel it, we feel it
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| Aaaah, here we go
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| He gon' get up, she gon' get up, we gon' get up
|
| Lockin' down the joint til the playa haters shut up
|
| Take you to outer limits flawless with no gimmicks
|
| Imitate but can’t get it
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| Aaaah, boy looka here
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| Have you ever heard a dead man talk before
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| You ever seen a dead man walk before
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| You ever heard dead man lock the flo'
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| Like these before
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| We raised the quo
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| Now my time flip make time change
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| You knew another record would hit
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| Explode and make your brains hang
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| Peep my language of my dialect
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| Circulate like a boomerang
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| Man what did you expect
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| He feel it, she feel it, we feel it
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| So round and round we go
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| He feel it, she feel it, we feel it
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| Aaaah, here we go
|
| He gon' get up, she gon' get up, we gon' get up
|
| Lockin' down the joint til the playa haters shut up
|
| Take you to outer limits flawless with no gimmicks
|
| Imitate but can’t get it
|
| Aaaah, here we go
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| Aaah, here we go |