| How we rockin'
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| It’s how we rockin'
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| Bang, bang
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| Bang, bang
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| Not to be a social misfit
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| I don’t trust a soul in this shit
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| Know a few niggas still hittin' licks
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| Catch me stackin', tryin' to get rich
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| Grinding like the third member of Clipse
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| Talk strips in a hurry
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| Or I’m skatin' like roller derby
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| They sleepin' on a nigga but I’m sturdy
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| She missin', I get her back home by 2:30
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| 19−42 to the neck, shit I’m swerving
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| Niggas lurkin' I can’t let 'em do me dirty, aw man
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| I see how I gotta play it
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| I see niggas still think I’m playin'
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| Slow down dawg, you talkin' too fast
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| Ya’ll can pop shit, I’mma pop bands
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| Green day, every day, rock band
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| Hit-Boy, bitch I got the hi hat
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| No tints, so you know who’s in
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| No do-over so I’m goin' in
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| Long way from the decks under the do-rag
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| I’m at the light they like, nigga how you do dat?
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| Lone wolf, tryna stay humble, man
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| Ask my, than I hit the money dance, yeah
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| Solid through the ups and the downs
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| Like six-fours,
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| Transactions in the tea top trans-am
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| I was given no choice, but to get it out the drop
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| You can hear my heart pouring out
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| You can feel my soul through these beats
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| No apologies, I’m not the same me
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| Say goodbye to the good guy
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| It’s only so many chances, so I took my
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| Phone call with my legal, what it look like?
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| Pop corks for the pain, let’s have a good life
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| Good life, good life, yeah, look
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| Hit the playback, bet I snap
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| Ain’t talking to app with the ghost logo
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| Working this hard, they know where we gon' go, bro
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| HB creepin' on the low, solo
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| No backup, I don’t need a nigga to cover me
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| Tree lit up, that Ace bubbly
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| If you was in my position, you’ll be bucklin'
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| This who y’all fuckin' with, that’s puzzlin'
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| I’m done tryin' put this shit together, b
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| Run a diamond test, the ice water in these rings
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| New jewels, for the clique, seem clean
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| It’s not regular, pimp, pimp-y
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| Niggas ain’t been in the corners I been
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| Left my sack a benjamins, bust a bitch back to the crib
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| Gotta keep it under raps what I spend
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| Too many niggas and hoes, I can’t confide it, damn
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| Not to be a social misfit
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| I don’t trust a soul in this shit
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| Know a few niggas still hittin' licks
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| Catch me stackin', tryin' to get rich
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| Grinding like the third member of Clipse, ayy
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| I don’t eye shit
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| Hit-Boy on the beat |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 3rd Member of Clipse , by - Hit-Boy. Song from the album Tony Fontana, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп