| WORD TO THE MOTHER
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| ‘CAUSE THEY CAN’T HANG
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| WORD TO THE MOTHER
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| They can’t hang
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| Cats is on the take, I’m about to take everything
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| I’m about to get my money up and take care of things
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| My sis ain’t really trying to do the daycare thing
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| Damn shame
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| Cats fresh off the ship they trying to sip champagne
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| Advil don’t do shit for helping the sham pain
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| I won’t front
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| I been cautious, still been caught with my pants up
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| Cats ain’t out the woods and trying to be all stud
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| Kind of like they Tiger Woods but they can’t putt
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| Damn putzes
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| If they ain’t gabbing for the camera they cramp up
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| Bragging about they hammers but I’m Hammer
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| They can’t touch
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| WORD TO THE MOTHER
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| ‘CAUSE THEY CAN’T HANG
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| WORD TO THE MOTHER
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| They can’t hang
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| I wonder why they even try they fall mad short
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| Same thing
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| So bored of it, can’t wait till the ball is in my court
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| Hey mang
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| Which they was never born
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| This is a warning to all storks
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| Check your cargo before you’re airborne
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| I was hard enough
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| But shortie tried to play like I was hard up
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| Her buss
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| Now I bet it’s just regret that she harbor
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| Bar none
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| I pledge to stick up every Starbucks
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| No amount of Pledge could pick up the stardust
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| WORD TO THE MOTHER
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| ‘CAUSE THEY CAN’T HANG
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| WORD TO THE MOTHER
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| They can’t hang
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| It’s not the way they was raised
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| I’m singing in the rain
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| They’re just one hit away
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| I make a hit a day
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| I’d never hit a dame
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| I know I could be gone tomorrow, here today
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| When archeologists bother the remains, I want for them to say
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| His life was not a waste
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| He spent it trying to reach a higher plane
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| Made for a lot of pain, made him out of place
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| But pain was always something he could take
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| So they cold not tame him, they could not contain
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| Some people made haste
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| They gathered up and hated him, they wanted him hanged
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| Except they couldn’t hang
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| WORD TO THE MOTHER |