| Yeah, I love the streets…
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| Cause there’s no other place
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| That I’d rather be…
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| «Sway-the-sway-way-way the sun-her-hair» --] The Beach Boys
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| Chorus: Hot Dollar (Scoop DeVille in background)
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| I… («I»)
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| Yeah, I love the streets…
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| Cause there’s no other place («Sway-the-sway-way-way the sun-her-hair»)
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| That I’d rather be…
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| I… («I, hear the sound of the»)
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| Yeah, I love the streets…
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| Cause there’s no other place («Sway-the-sway-way-way the sun-her-hair»)
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| That I’d rather be…
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| I’m havin' sweet vibration, see, I’m shakin'
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| Vivid fantasies, us and all nathin'
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| I’m back like Jason
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| The thrill is G
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| You wack rappers is killin' me
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| You feelin' me?
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| My murder face gon' quickly turn into a murder case
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| Send shots to your vertebrae
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| Increase the murder rate
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| I jack you if I have to
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| No wonder I’m in love with the streets
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| That I’m attached to
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| Body covered with tatoos, Scarface and Ciara
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| Call me Scarface, the Don of the new era
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| Gave gangstas my heart
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| Hustlers, my spirit
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| No wonder all these bitch niggas fear it
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| I love women, but I hate bitches
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| Shoutout to all my niggas wrongly accused
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| In the state prison (Put my)
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| Poker face to the chess game, checkmate
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| Thought you heard the best rapper, yet
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| Well, just wait
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| Repeat Chorus
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| My descent is so intent
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| My
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| Fendy lenses is ten percent
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| Can’t see through
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| But I could see you
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| Nobody God
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| And no kung-fu
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| The guns is silent
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| But so violent
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| Only God protect the man you admirin'
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| The haters can’t wait to say, «I told you so
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| Hot Dollar can’t flow, I knew he wouldn’t go blow»
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| They said
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| «Reppin' the Southwest couldn’t be done»
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| I ask a million young niggas tellin' me where they from
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| From the
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| West side to the dirty dirty
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| I keep it real til the day that they bury me
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| Found wits to the streets
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| Top floor suites
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| (???) a nigga from the hood
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| On the house, on the beach
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| I can still hear my grandma hummin' tunes in the living room
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| You be, loved and remembered for many moons
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| Repeat Chorus
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| I bought a Cadillac Escalade, put 28"s on it
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| Now every motherfucking nigga in the hood want it
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| I guess this the life
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| Sell ki’s
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| All day, shoot dice all night
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| Yeah, right
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| Hit the club, couldn’t tell you all the blunts that I blew
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| Yeah, right
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| Tell you all the hoes that I knew
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| Yeah, right
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| Tell you how the ice look blue
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| Yeah, right
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| If that’s your girl, then I ran through your boo
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| They say I made it
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| I say, «I survive»
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| I’m still the same nigga, just rollin' the ladies ride
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| Money didn’t change me, it changed the way you see
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| Same nigga you knew is now a celebrity, me
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| Repeat Chorus
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| I love the colorful clothes she wears
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| And the way the sunlight plays upon her hair
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| I, hear the sound of the gentle word
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| On the wind that lifts her perfume through the air" --] The Beach Boys |