| Get it, yeah
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| Where it’s at, right here, yeah
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| Now
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| I’m the rap maniac with the hooligan eyes
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| Who’s cooler than I? |
| Wack niggas move it aside
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| When you heard I was a big deal you were surprised
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| West coast bitch, put ya W’s in the sky
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| I spent my days as a refugee
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| 'Til the rap game came to rescue me
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| And left my wrist paved in accessories
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| A dangerous necessity, I came here to wreck emcees
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| You’re wrong if you thinking Wayne was the recipe
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| Nah, he ain’t worthy of that, the controversy is back
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| Get out the Kool Aid, stir me a batch
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| See I prefer to relax but I can’t and God knows it
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| Gotta stay raw with the flow that I’m diagnosed with
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| Oh shit, niggas keep fucking with my emotions
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| Maybe that’s the reason that I suffer from psychosis
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| Shocking as high voltage, fuck it, my life’s hopeless
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| So I had to make sure I killed it when I wrote this
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| Hop can probably make them bounce
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| Hop can probably make them bounce
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| Like a trampoline
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| Hop can probably make them bounce
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| Hop can probably make them bounce
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| Like a trampoline
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| Hop can probably make them bounce
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| Hop can probably make them bounce
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| Like a trampoline
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| Hop can probably make them bounce
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| Hop can probably make them bounce
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| Like a trampoline
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| Bounce like a trampoline, thousands that’s amped as me
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| Kids run up on your school campus slap a dean
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| I grew up on baggy jeans, pornographic nasty dreams
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| Moral of my damn story life, isn’t a happy scene
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| Wish I was stacking cream, wish I had a Lamborghini
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| Wish I had the cover on a Rolling Stones magazine
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| I’m sick of the radio playing all these faggot teens
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| Keep it real, show me something ill that I haven’t seen
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| For ten years I’ve been working on ill flows
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| And finally got a fucking record deal and I’m still broke
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| Man that’s not common, bombs that I’m dropping
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| Are dope, but all that I can afford is some Top Ramen
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| I notice that ya’ll niggas like to dumb the stats
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| I should stomp your ass out until your lungs collapse
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| No more corny cowabunga rap, we done with that
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| It’s a wrap, keep it up and get your tongue detached
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| Come on
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| Hop can probably make them bounce
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| Hop can probably make them bounce
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| Like a trampoline
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| Hop can probably make them bounce
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| Hop can probably make them bounce
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| Like a trampoline
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| Hop can probably make them bounce
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| Hop can probably make them bounce
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| Like a trampoline
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| Hop can probably make them bounce
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| Hop can probably make them bounce
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| Like a trampoline
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| I’m the last of a dying breed, Hip-Hop lacks a variety
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| That’s the reason I thrash on society
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| I get laughed at when I clash with a robbery
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| Until they feel the wrath when I smash on their dynasty
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| But I ain’t Hollywood, I’m still the same kid
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| Up on the same shit, rapping in the basement
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| Catch me at your local school, skating, busting tre flips
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| Left shoe lace ripped, you know how them days get
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| Listen while the bass hit, the only thing that changed is
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| The way that girls act, 'cause now they think I’m amazing
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| I used to be the nigga chicks didn’t wanna hang with
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| Sitting alone with a Capri Sun and raisins
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| My senior year in highschool I was always truant
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| Had a lot of homework but I would never do it
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| Screw it, I’m the king now, homie take a bow
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| You need the crowd jumping? |
| I could probably make 'em bounce
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| Hop can probably make them bounce
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| Hop can probably make them bounce
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| Like a trampoline
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| Hop can probably make them bounce
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| Hop can probably make them bounce
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| Like a trampoline
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| Hop can probably make them bounce
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| Hop can probably make them bounce
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| Like a trampoline
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| Hop can probably make them bounce
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| Hop can probably make them bounce
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| Like a trampoline |